you like to look down on people from your mount, your perch. your anorexia is meant to garner pity, your friends are usually selfless and kind – but strangers know it is because of the way your face looks that you ravaged your body. you play the queen bee and to be real, you do a pretty terrible job of it. you like to think you own that town and maybe you do, but it’s a very small town at the end of the day.
remember that, girl. it’s a small town, at the end of the day.