There’s no such thing as perfect yet there’s something called imperfection. I’ve achieved it hands tied behind my back. I don’t want to change but I don’t know if I’d be happier without these flaws. Some of these flaws may not be flaws at all. They make me look r e a l. More human. But I feel like crying I’m scared. I’m scared I can’t fight for what I really want because i’m scared on what the outcome is. But we’ll never know the outcome until it cones along. I don’t want to go on without trying because it proves nothing to me.
I’m a simple teen who doesn’t understand what’s happening or what she’s doing, but she’s following her heart, until it gives out. <3