Evil Her

Life's good, yeah it's beautiful. And that is for the how many times she struggled to hold onto this belief. She promised all's good, just somehow it's her, easily agitated and what have you. It's pretty tiring having to schmooze around, pretend you are interested, and worst, act cute? Oh man! These are not her league. She really cannot be bothered neither can she accomodate, you have a problem that?

Her antics are not for just anyone to digest, all the more it pisses off big time. The rebel made her strong headed, not giving way to any possible chances to ride against. The perfectionist made her scrutinize every little flaw of others, no room for imperfection. The impatient made her angry, made her ugly, 'Hello..? I've got no time for you?' Too, the heartless made her aloof and insensitive to anything, 'Really, that ain't my problem!'

Still, her friends, managed to brush aside the faults and stood by. She appreciates all that she received, too, she's trying hard to give. She loves the people around her, but she's still learning not to take them for granted.