you seem really worthless and why do you get so excited when they kiss you? why do you like to be tossed from arm to arm and used and why do you put up that front? oh you know you do. i would like to tear you down, build you stronger. you are like the plague, dear. you are weak and simple-minded, you trust the ones who know how to play the game. you give into the slyest pricks. who cares if they all want the cover when the words aren't even in the right order and they are all misplaced, misspelled. you've got no drive. you've got the ambition of a stretched slinky. do you know of the word, truth? i like that word. try that word on. it comes in all sizes. it's great. pardon my middle schoolesque technique, but i would greatly enjoy telling you that there could be so much more to you. but, they all see: grace, vulnerability, broken heart, pretty body, soft skin, pretty eyes, nice hair, bitchy attitude. i love you. i would like to see: confidence, sex appeal, strength, womanly attributes, honest and open heart, passion, usefullness of aquired wisdom, head held higher, more smiles, independance, emotional stability, caring and understanding nature... can't you see that most of these men you meet coulnd't point those qualities out in a woman if they were written on her face? they could, however: remember your face, remember your body, remember your legs, remember the way you touch your eyebrow when you want to seem coy, remember wanting to kiss you... they have no idea why, and no. no, it is not romantic. it's tacky, selfish, ignorant, lame, simple, american, non-attractive, boring, sly, gross...

that is all.