Jodie A. Landon.
That'd be me.
Superstudent, role model, future president of the US.
If I don't go insane before.
You can be whatever you want, he said.
I don't feel like it.
Sometimes, I just wish I'd be someone else.
But I can't.
I *could* steal someone's identity.
I've seen that in movies.
But this is real life, folks.
That'd do a great movie.
The talented Ms Landon.
Maybe a bit too talented for her own good.
Talent
Yet again that word.
I hate it.
For what it implies.
You have to be the best.
Always.
Love is conditional.
People won't love you if you,re not doing the right thing.
Yeah.
Like I'd believe *that*
But I did.
I told myself "That stuff is the truth."
The one and only.
It,s the right thing to do.
Even if it implies cutting on all the things that make you unique.
The real Jodie died ages ago.
When she got a C in history.
The very same day, Jodie the Perfect Daughter was born.
Yeah, that's sad.
I know.
END
Hey, this is actually longer than I tought it would be. But it probably sucks. I wrote it in 15 minutes. And I saw "The talented Mr Ripley" the day before. And I don't think my e-mail addres have changed recently, so you can still write me. That'd be a nice thing to do. *tries tricking the writer into writing a letter* Dammit. Need to work on those psychic powers.