"In a world that lives like a fist, mercy is not more than waking with your hands open"
Thursday, April 14, 2011
I am... Imperfect
I’m not a perfect girl. My hair doesn’t always stay in place and I spill things a lot. I’m pretty clumsy and sometimes have a broken heart. My friends and I sometimes fight and maybe some days nothing goes right. but when I think about it and take a step back, I remember how amazing life truly is and that maybe, just maybe I like being imperfect.