No way to get away. No way to get away. Little change to sneak away... insanity.

I still care for you, you know.. That phrase again. Everyone cares for me. They just don't know how to love me.

When I was little, my friends would gush over wedding gowns and honeymoons. But I saw too many people flush decades together down the toilet over money or kids or meaningless flings. My own parents chose to stay married, which I think is rather funny, since they show about as much affection for each other as pit bulls in a ring. Tying the knot means slipping a noose around love and choking it to death.

But then, my entire life is bullshit. The best things in it have vanished, ghosts. Ghosts I'll admit I created.

A best friend is your voice when you can't find it.

Then teach me how to not care about someone who was everything to me. All I want is to know she's okay. Is that too much to ask?

Not exactly. I see a girl who wants to present someone special to the world. Someone beautiful. The pinnacle of beauty. But she has lost her hold on reality. Real beauty isn’t thin. It isn’t size two, unless you happen to be four foot ten. What the world sees when they look at you is someone who believes self-worth is all about how she looks, and that very often means that what she’s missing is love. Not someone else’s love. But love and respect for herself.