Board Thread:Human Roleplay/@comment-28770775-20170206224353/@comment-27824390-20170208202709

Johnathan sat down at his desk and started to work, a frown making its way into his face slowly as he worked.

Jessica frowned then took her phone out of her pocket and restarted the song before singing with the lyrics again as she put the phone back in her pocket. "Made a wrong turn, once or twice Dug my way out, blood and fire Bad decisions, that's alright Welcome to my silly life Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood Miss "No way, it's all good", it didn't slow me down Mistaken, always second guessing, underestimated Look, I'm still around Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever ever feel Like you're less than fuckin' perfect Pretty pretty please, if you ever, ever feel like you're nothing You're fuckin' perfect to me!"

She smiled softly closing her eyes briefly before opening them again and slightly side stepping around people in a dance-like way now with the beat of the song on the sidewalk.

"You're so mean, when you talk, about yourself you were wrong Change the voices in your head, make them like you instead So complicated, look how big, you'll make it Filled with so much hatred, such a tired game It's enough! I've done all I can think of Chased down all my demons, I've seen you do the same Oh, pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel Like you're less than fuckin' perfect Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel like you're nothing You're fuckin' perfect to me"

She grinned and saw the quarter mile maker to the post office.

"The whole world's scared, so I swallow the fear The only thing I should be drinking is an ice cold beer So cool and limed and we try, try, try But we try too hard and its a waste of my time Done looking for the critics 'cause there everywhere They don't like my jeans, they don't get my hair Exchange ourselves and we do it all the time Why do we do that, why do I do that? Why do I do that?"

She stopped looking around before crossing the street. Her hands in her pockets.

"Oh, pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel Like you're less than fuckin' perfect Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel like you're nothing You're fuckin' perfect to me! You're perfect, you're perfect Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel like you're nothing You're fuckin' perfect to me" she chcukled and paused the song about to enter the post office now before taking notice of the guy from last night then walked up to him quickly, "Hey!"