Monique. 16. I'm shy, awkward, and pretty anti-social. I'm not the prettiest one out of my friends. I'm a good listener and can give advice for situations that most of the time I've never been in myself. Guys want about -10 to do with me, so obviously I'm single. I'm insecure no matter how hard I try to hide it. I am nowhere near perfect even though I strive to be. I'm the smart one-that's what people say about me. I read tons of romance books with happy endings, but have yet to find one for myself. If it was up to me, I probably would sleep my life away, or barricade myself in my room. I eat whenever I'm bored, so I eat a lot. I hate my smile, so I tend not to. I'm really good at appearing emotionless and keeping everything bottled up. Sarcasm is my second language. Every time I look down my school hallway, I feel like I don't fit in. I believe in God and I'm saved, but I fall short and I'm not perfect. I have found that no matter how good you act, no matter how beautiful you tell yourself you are, no matter how trustworthy you appear to be, no matter how perfect you may seem, there will always be a flaw, a scratch, a minor setback that changes everything, and there isn't a damn thing you can do about it.