perfection

I get hurt easily. Maybe it's because I'm one of those people that wants to be best friends with everyone, and not everyone wants to be best friends with me. Or maybe it's because I let myself get hurt. I'm kind of a dramatic person, kind of a stereotype of a teenage girl: I think that everything should be like the movies. Perfect endings, perfect love, perfect friendships. Not every moment in your life can be a scene straight out of Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants, though. Sometimes life completely sucks. Sometimes you get awful grades, or someone beats you in the one thing you know best. Sometimes people are MEAN. Sometimes you lose the one person you believed in. I always knew nothing could be 'perfect', but I didn't know things could get this awful.