she was the worst person i have ever met. 
Of course, i didn't know that when i met her.
The faults within me are many. This one being that I always assume people are inherently better and above me. So, in many ways, I handed her all the power that she so greatly adored. I was the kind of person who compensated for others. if they were uncomfortable or felt awkward, i felt that I could alleviate their discomfort. That's what I tried to do when I first met her. She was insecure and inexplicably shy when we met: always covering her mouth when she laughed, bringing her sister along everywhere out of habitual fear. I was the opposite. i conquered my fears by pretending i had none. Looking back i realize she must have envied me from the start. On the outside, i was everything she wasn't. confident, carefree and beautiful, independent, outgoing. I wore it well, that mask, to hide what i felt inside:  a broken shell of a person: fat with frizzy hair, tape wrapped around my chest from a recent surgery, zero friends and hundreds of fears, terrified of going back to school where the last two years still haunted me. On the inside, behind all the paint, I was fragile, mold-able. And she was a sculptor looking for a fragile mind to shape. For the next 3 years, i unknowingly let her twist and turn me, shape me into who she wanted me to be. In so many ways we became one, Inseparable.. I hardly even noticed that it happened when she started taking everything i loved, everything i was and parading it in front of me louder, bigger.  Id fall in love with someone, and he would fall in love with her. We were one, but she was better. She was the sculptor, the power, the artist. She made me into a daisy, so she could stand tall as the rose.