In high school, I was the girl that tore people out of her way to meet my ends. I tore friendships to pieces over boys; I tore them down over things they kept me from. Honesty, I think Fight Club planted a seed of nonchalance inside me. I never have given two bits of a care about what other girls thought of me. It's a dog eat dog world to me, and I'm the one with a stash of bones. They may hate me, but what to I care? I mean, no one’s going to be there for me forever, why prolong the inevitable? I've never been the girl who cares about those who stand in the way, I will knock anyone down if I have to, and vicious as it sounds it's only ever happened once.

I'm competitive, I'm determined, I play fair, but I will fight for my life if I have to.