"look at you! you’re fucking photoshopped! you could
stand outside with, like, a starbucks in your hand and i
bet you the company would give you money for it! just
because people would see you and be like ‘wow, look
at that hot guy with his coffee. i want coffee.’ how often
do you pay for your own drinks? do you even know what
it’s like to have a pimple? i have to know these things.”
“are you fucking kidding me?!”
of course she isn't kidding, but then again, he wasn't really
asking. he was just some cliche to her, just like he was to
everyone he met since he moved away from new york city.
he was just some pretty face with a mysterious past that no
one bothered to ask about. she had moved in months ago,
& she never noticed the lack of family pictures around the
apartment, she never once questions the dog tags that hung
around his neck like a chain, she never bothered to learn
anything about his past, but why would she? she just
assumed someone as good looking as him had to have had
the perfect life, & why would she want to hear about someone
who's life is so much better than hers?
“you know what? just because someone is attractive, doesn't
mean their life is easy. you don't know anything about me so
don't pretend like you do.”