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Lately I've felt like I have to be perfect or something. Hair placed properly, never making a mistake, perfect life. But honestly? Who cares? Nobody really is, and I don't think anyone really IS perfect. What IS "perfect"?
I fight a lot with my friends, some more than others, my hair is an untameable the vast majority of the time, I am the clumsiest person I know. I can trip on anything from a tiny little rock to a flat surface. You name it, and I've probably tripped on it. I always seem to find stains on my clothes from my meals, and half the time I feel like NOTHING is going right. I have so much energy that I can hardly ever sit still, I talk way too much and people sometimes have to tell me to shush. I bounce around and love saying hello to strangers. Cause maybe they feel sad and just getting a happy hello from someone will make them feel better, even though my friends think that it's odd that I do that. I am extremely blunt in my opinion and a lot of the time, I should probably think before I speak, but I don't and I sometimes hurt the people I love un-intentionally because of my big mouth. But you know what?
Despite all my faults, I am surrounded by people who love me, people who care about me. Sure, I've had my heart broken and it's still healing. I have a lot of trouble trusting people because of what I've been through in my life. I've been hurt and kicked when I was down. I tend to think that it's my fault, even when it isn't, not even close. But if people are still there for me no matter what, so I must be doing SOMETHING right, right?
I like to think of myself as "perfectly imperfect", sort of imperfect, but in just the right ways. Most people accept me for who I am.
"The people that care, don't matter and the people that matter, don't care."
Peace&Love
Comments, questions or suggestions email me at: manderdethyay@gmail.com. Thanks!
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