Like a Bird Without a Feather

I have a friend.  I always thought she was so tough and stuck to her guns and tried to live a life she preached.   And man, onto that soap box she can climb.  I had a great amount of respect for her in that regard.  Her overuse of song lyrics as her own thoughts were excusable, as many girls do this.  (I prefer quotes, they seem a bit more acceptable than the words of teen angst written by almost 30 y.o. men)

The more I know, the less I respect her.  Not that I don't respect her.  Life is hard and we all mess up.  However, she messes up a lot.  It wouldn't even bother me if I hadn't placed her on this tough girl who speaks her mind pedestal.  She's the same as she always was, but she's fallen from the imaginary height I put her at, and in that, I've disappointed myself more than she has disappointed me.