I hate her.

I hate her so much, it burns my skin too see her walk in the hall way. going around with her sunshine of a smile. perfect hair, perfect teeth, perfect eyes. amazing body. anything you would imagine. she was perfect. and not just any perfect that you would call your boyfriend or girlfriend or anything you care for. No. she's a different kind of perfect. the kind with straight As the kind with amazing friends the kind with many people to talk to and never get bored of. she's the kind of person I want to be. but I'm just the opposite. and I hate how she's better. I hate how she's cuter. I hate how she funnier. I hate how she's so freaking pretty. I hate how the teachers even like her. I hate how the whole school likes her. I hate her. -I.R