We are perfect imperfections. Let's just face it no one is perfect. But everyone you may meet is a perfect imperfection. The one thing we are perfect at is being imperfect.
Imperfect people as myself, know that the world has a very different definition for all of us. I am a nerd and a completely crazy weirdo. That doesn't make me imperfect, oh no, that makes me, me.
To others I may seem a perfectionist, getting good grades, getting a warm smile from everyone, but no I'm not a perfectionist. I am the girl who can't make friends because she's socially awkward, I am the girl who thinks she's an alien, I am the girl that drowns out the world with music.
To tell the truth I don't know how to tell if you're imperfect. You just are naturally. No one is perfect. Everyone has flaws, weaknesses, insecurities.
But, one thing we all have in common is being the perfect imperfections that we are.
Don't ever forget that knowing that you are a perfect imperfection is just finding out who you truly are and not giving a damn what anyone says. Not gonna lie here words can hurt, but some actions hurt more. I might not be going around telling everyone who doubts me to fuck off, but it doesn't mean I actually listen or care what they say. I am imperfect, you are imperfect, we are imperfect. So, yeah you are no higher up than I am. We are all merely perfect imperfections trying to find our meaning to this thing we all call life. I just call life a mystery ride, because you never know where it is bound to take us.
A/N: (smiling really big in creepy corner of a room) yayyy I just did that have no reason why.....but anyways we are imperfect so stay lovely my virtually real darlings. Hope to meet u guys and gals someday.
Yeah I'm super weird I know. Sorry not Sorry.
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Galaxy Walker
PuisiA book filled with poems and mini speeches of things wrong with society and how we stereotype.
