I'm so sick of it. Those nerds sitting in the library, thinking an A is gonna change the world. What do they know about real survival? I have to trade this face and this body just for a decent meal or a place where drunkards don't bang on the door at midnight. Sometimes I wish someone could see past the makeup and the fake smile, see the real me... not just another asshole trying to get their hands under my skirt. Whatever. Anyone tonight not want to talk, just take me somewhere I can see the stars? Somewhere quiet. Or... something a little more exciting under the stars works too.