I’m that girl. That girl who will fall for you, make you fall too, and then lose interest. I’m that girl all the boys hate, and the girls hate even more. I’m the girl who doesn’t intend to hurt anybody, but ends up hurting everyone in my path. I’m the girl who craves affection, but denies feelings. I’m the girl who would rather party than sit and talk. I’m the girl who wants to settle down, but at the same time wants to be free for as long as I can possibly be. I say I don’t care what others think, but I feed off of others’ attention to make myself feel bits and pieces of self-esteem. I pretend like I’m carefree, and that my life is picture perfect. I have more skeletons in my closet than anybody can count, and everyone knows that. I’m that girl who builds a bad reputation, but longs for a good one. That girl who knows right from wrong, but would rather do what her mother says not to. I’m that girl who will tear your heart apart, and at the same time tear mine apart just because I can.