I hate myself, my imperfections, my flaws, my face, my body, my mind, my brain, and my emotions. I am too imperfect. I envy too much, I compare myself to others too much, and I hate it. Nobody understands me. I don't know if those who say that they hug their imperfections say real things. How do they hug their imperfections when it's not there, nothing's there to hug, big fat liars.
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PoetryI will try my best to vent my randomness and frustrations here instead of twitter hahaha. I hope this helps. As long as my thoughts keep flowing, this shall not have its ending :)
