No one is perfect. Perfection is something that people want to be or achieve. It's something that everyone strives for. It's something that many people want. It's something that no one will achieve. "When you aim for perfection, you discover it's a moving target." George Fisher said that. And he was right. In order to try to be perfect, you get the farthest from perfection that you have ever been. Everyone is perfect in their own way, but some people don't realize it. He didn't realize it.
I knew someone. I knew someone that was my definition of perfect. I knew someone who didn't consider himself perfect. When you don't consider yourself perfect, a monster is created inside you. And, if you let it, that monster can tear you from the pages of the world.
His dirty blonde hair laid perfect on his head. He was tall. His eyes were blue, a pale, icy blue, and you could always see a twinkle in his eyes. You could see the ocean, the world, my world, all in his eyes. His freckles almost didn't exist, but, if you looked, you'd see them. He didn't need the glasses he wore, or at least that's what he said, but he looked adorable when he did wear them. I thought he was perfect, but some people said he was awful. In reality, he was just a little rough around the edges.
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Excerpts From Books that I'll Never Write
Teen FictionJust a book full of wanna-be stories :) except if you skip to 101 or 102 it's just me complaining because I'm a mess and no one reads this. it basically sucks. The feeling explode on excerpt #102, I strongly suggest starting there.
