Ha. I thought that maybe someday you'd move from that spot. Maybe you'd stop moping aroung about how you hate everyone and how they are so imperfect. But sweetie you fail to realize, my dear that you are flawed. So deep down to the bone. You cannot even whisper a Hello. I enjoyed your time I took. I guess while I was talking you were obessing about how much prettier I am then you. But you can be pretty without the right looks. Your demenor...the way you act, speak, and feel makes people adore as they do with me... Too bad. You cannot see...what you've become.