I'm not perfect. I'm not even close. I make mistakes everyday, some have stayed with me forever. My hair isn't always how I want, and sometimes I wear old, comfortable clothes. I have days where I can't help but cry... sometimes that helps the most. I get mad and I blow up. I always feel sorry though. I argue when I disagree, I really don't know how else to handle it sometimes. I have hurt people, never on purpose but I have. I always regret my mistakes, but sometimes I repeat them. I'm not perfect.
I've been hurt. I've had my heart ripped apart, and somedays I don't know what happiness feels like. I watch people in pain and watching them hurts me. Sometimes I give up, and somehow I still have managed to keep moving forward. I have big dreams but occasionally I have to change them. It is hard.
But even though I have many flaws, I can't help but realize that I like being imperfect. Without my flaws I would not be me, I would not have changed and grown the way I have. I would be completely different. And getting a chance to be myself shows me that I like being imperfect.
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