Dear irl 
Mom died due to heroine, father left you. Forced to live with your aunt and uncle.
They abused you, bad influences, you needed to be "Miss Perfect". Then you go
and abuse the innocent students and people that pretend to like be your so called
"friends", nice try. You're not going to get pity for having a bad childhood and you
know that already. Perfect girl, perfect grades, perfect life, everyone says those
things about you but you're really dying on the inside. I can still remember the day
you asked me to come to your mother's funeral and then cried to me afterwards.
I held you in my arms and you wailed to me all your worries. I still have that old
sweater I wore that day even though it doesn't fit anymore. Guess I really have
gotten soft. Your hair used to be a gorgeous strawberry blonde but after always
having dried blood in your hair you chose to dye it a dark brown-red. I'll have you
scream "It's not my fault" until you can't even speak. You wanted to be the queen
of your own story and it never happened. Such a sad ending for Miss Perfect on
the outside, Miss Ruined-Mind on the inside. It's really such a shame. Can we go
back to the girl who I remember soon, please. I'll probably go insane soon.
Mom died due to heroine, father left you. Forced to live with your aunt and uncle.
They abused you, bad influences, you needed to be "Miss Perfect". Then you go
and abuse the innocent students and people that pretend to like be your so called
"friends", nice try. You're not going to get pity for having a bad childhood and you
know that already. Perfect girl, perfect grades, perfect life, everyone says those
things about you but you're really dying on the inside. I can still remember the day
you asked me to come to your mother's funeral and then cried to me afterwards.
I held you in my arms and you wailed to me all your worries. I still have that old
sweater I wore that day even though it doesn't fit anymore. Guess I really have
gotten soft. Your hair used to be a gorgeous strawberry blonde but after always
having dried blood in your hair you chose to dye it a dark brown-red. I'll have you
scream "It's not my fault" until you can't even speak. You wanted to be the queen
of your own story and it never happened. Such a sad ending for Miss Perfect on
the outside, Miss Ruined-Mind on the inside. It's really such a shame. Can we go
back to the girl who I remember soon, please. I'll probably go insane soon.





