Hey! I can look!

[inteligrrl]

There's this girl in my writing class who's absolutely gorgeous. She looks like the perfect doll, Barbie couldn't top her. She has a perfect complexion, gorgeous long blonde hair. She's tiny and frail and dresses goth in the coolest clothes. She's soft spoken, smart and nice in that aloofly perfect kind of way. Quite frankly I don't know if I'd rather look like her or sleep with her. I'd probably rather look like her. There's an air of perfection to her that I don't know if I could bear to touch. I prefer people to be comfortably flawed, like me. Perfection is something I will never achieve, so it tends to make me nervous, though I love to look at it, as I find it a facinating concept.