Nope. I'm not a bad friend for wanting Cassie's perfect life. Cassie has a perfect body, perfect teeth, perfect family, she is quite literally the perfect girl. I hate that. Everybody used to compare me with her. They would say, "It's no comparison. Cassie is better than Olivia." That was killing me, slowly. I would think to myself, "I think, I think too much." I felt so sick of myself. So I had always joined more clubs than Cassie. I had to beat her at every. single. THING. Naturally, I came from a competitive family. We needed really good grades. We had to come in the top three. Every single time Cassie beat me. She got a 4.0 GPA & CPA. I only got 3.9.
She wore cute outfits. She always asked if they looked "cutesy." I wore preppy clothing. It never looked good on me. I had a decent amount of makeup. I would wear some eyeliner, concealer to hide my dark circles, some lip tint, and some mascara. This year I thought that I'd look better than Cassie. Boy, was I wrong. She had a minimal amount of make-up on. She only wore eyeliner and eyeshadow.
I will always hide behind a mask of lies. Lies are the most exquisite form of love. I will make it seem like I'm not jealous. Maybe manipulation will help me out. I could use manipulation to make Cassie my puppet. I'd have to be careful, though. No one can see my journal and read it. I must keep it under lock and key. I will use manipulation to make me the best.
How should I plan it out? Maybe I'll compliment her every day until I feel like saying her outfit looks horrid. She is self-conscious. She has always only asked me.
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The Hopeless Romance
RomanceJason has been yearning for his crush- his best friend. They met in school. His crush's name was Olivia. She had not known until his friend had spilled the beans. He had been so embarrassed. But now Olivia is going long distances to school. She had...
