All my life I seem to have done well on standardized tests. All those things at the end of high school- I got scores that were close to perfect. Don't let me fool you into thinking that I'm smart. I did well on the subjects that I don't know anything about. Trigonometry. Calculus.
I finish before pretty much everyone else, too. I'm pretty sure that's because I can't bear sitting there taking a test.
Somehow it all failed me in growing up. Oh, I've always been good at balancing a checkbook and my table manners are alright.
The important stuff, though, it's all been slow. I just don't take much seriously. You can dress me up but I'll soon be a mess. I want everything I see and then when I get it, I don't want it. I'll show off for attention and sometimes I cry when I'm left alone.