I am not here to live up to your expectations. Fuck your expectations. Beating me down, or attempting to at least, is not going to get you anywhere. You are not going to feel better about yourself, although you will giggle and act as though you are so pleased with yourself. The fact that you and your friends discuss me means that you must not have a legitimate friendship, because you can not talk about anything but others. You can not dig in to yourself and show parts of you that people have not seen. You must resume the same mindless chatter that the rest of the girls at your lunch table are spewing.

I feel sorry for you.