But I’m Such a Perfect Girl

But I’m such a perfect girl. The way that my illness reminds me to hold all my secrets inside myself, lest someone see something undesirable, is so ladylike.

But I’m such a perfect girl. Feigned purple fairytales and sober nights is what makes up a woman, right?

But I’m such a perfect girl. So many people have told me I just need to find the right man. That must be true then.

But I’m such a perfect girl. Because disappointing means abandonment means starving alone in all the ways that matter.

But I’m such a perfect girl. Manufactured perfection is my speciality. It has to be. It has to be.

It has to be

It has to be

It has to be

Please don’t leave me.