Perfect.

Flashes. High hills. Red lipstick on my lips. Walking on the red carpet. Perfect hairdo. Perfect Smile. Even a little original own touch on my style. It couldn’t be better.

I can almost taste it, smell the expensive perfume of my movie friends, enjoy and laugh to the nasty words the guys may say, see how we smile to the camera and make some faces. It's all so far but so near when i close my eyes. I couldn’t be more perfect. I turn around and the crowd follows me, they want me to sign them some things and on stage they yell for more as i shake my head, jump, dance with all my strength and give it all. Life couldn’t me more perfect. Then while i sing out loud i open my eyes and find me at home alone only my pet around.

He may be by now my number one fan but i don’t give a shit i love to dream, to sign along in the shower, in my bedroom, anytime, anywhere, even at college no matter what they say. I love to dance around, to move my hips, jump and wave my arms, around my bed, around the whole house doesn’t matter where i am. I love to write, to write this it all and fly away from where i come. I really don’t care if its all fake, i know i can catch it all one day. Till that day i already have it all great people around who love me and i love. It couldn’t be more perfect.

I know... i am a weirdo! and it couldn’t be more perfect! :D