perfection.

Just keep applying it.
Another coat of coverup.
Another coat of mascara, just incase.
Fake another smile, as a goodlooking boy passes by, and faunt whatever you have. Rehearse every word you could possibily say today, and make it sound like your unbelievavly happy.
Apply as many coats of lipgloss as you can. Well, make it a game.
Honey, look what you've become. Your so lost into trying to perfect. You so badly want to be the defintion of perfection. Honey, before this gets to bad, remeber nobodys perfect. And nobody comes close.