I've always tried my hardest to be someone who was the best. Not in an "I'm better then everybody" kind of way, but in an "I'm a good person" kind of way. I try to be the perfect daughter, the perfect little sister, the perfect student, and the perfect friend, even the perfect girlfriend. Its just want I've always known, to just be the best and be perfect. The way I grew up God was one of the biggest focus in my family. I'm pretty sure I learned to pray before I learned to walk. When I was little, I'd watch my sister and brother always pushing the boundaries with our parents, even after our mother died, I'd watch and wonder how they could make their lives so hard. I think at one point I might have vowed to myself never to make my fathers life harder then it had to be. Even when he remarried I told myself to be the best I could be for him; to listen to him, and to do what I'm told. But now, when I really look at myself, I can't tell who I'm anymore, who I really am. Am I really this girl? the one that dose everything right, always listens, dose the dishes, cleans the house, cooks, is that girl really me? Do I like pink, flowers, and unicorns? Do I truly believe that everything, and everyone has a happy ending? Or is this - am I just a lie? A lie I created in order to make everyone's life around me easier? Is this the life that I really want? Do I Beth Greene really know what I want at all?