Pain isn't something that I'm accustomed to. Not the agonizing kind that's just so damn hurtful that you want to die. Never would it be that kind.

The kind of pain I know is the emotional kind. It's similar to the kind you experience after a petty breakup between you and this one girl that you never really liked anyway. Nevertheless, a breakup is a breakup. Bottom line. Even though I was only fourteen at the time, I was dating a rising icon and didn't know it. The relationship ended. I gained a song, and a good lot of publicity (even if it was bad, publicity is still publicity regardless) that assisted our band in our gradual rise to fame. All it did was just sped it up a little, that's all. No harm done in that, right?

Soon enough, I dated Selena Gomez. With her, it was more like an infatuation. We knew absolutely nothing about each the other excluding the basics, i.e. "My name is…" or "I'm this age…" or "I'm in a band…" or "I'm on a TV show…" To say the least, we burnt out. The little skank dove right into this Taylor Lautner dude who had the browned/shiny skin. He's a douche bag anyway.

My hair's cut really short for me. It annoys the hell out of me on a daily basis because I can never do anything with it. It just sits on top of my head. I was in higher favor of my hair in early 2007. In all honesty, I don't know what possessed me to chop off my locks. And you know what else annoys me? The fact that one minute Joe has a beard and moustache growing, and then the next minute it's fucking shaved off. I'm irritated by the fact that he just can't decide what he wants. I also don't like the fact that Joe and Kevin's teeth are so straight. They're shaved down, and now their teeth have no enamel on them because of all of the whitener they constantly coated their "perfect" teeth with. If they were like me, they'd have strong teeth that were slightly crooked and not perfect.

I'm pissed off at the word perfect. Pissed. Missed. Dissed. Lisped. See? That list would have been perfect if not for the 'lisped,' right? So why not chuck the damn word off and perfect the list that doesn't even pertain to me. If only I lived in the world where perfection doesn't matter. Joseph. Frankie. Kevin. Nicholas. See how this list doesn't work? Every name has two syllables ([sil • lab • bulls] you have to say it like that) except mine. I'm the outlier. I'm the imperfection in the group.

Isn't it just so fun when things work out like they always do?

Summary: I'm not perfect, I don't want to be perfect, and I'll never try to be perfect. I don't give a damn what you say or think because I try not to listen. I try extremely hard. Key word: Try

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Review please? I know it's short, they're supposed to be...not long(ish). It's purposely written this way, and not how I usually write. Sorry if I majorly fail at the sarcasm and stuffs.

REVIEW please?

Until then,

~~ Jia