I'm an idiot.
But who cares?
We all have flaws. We used to. We do now. There's something -- not exactly wrong, but an "imperfection". You must at least agree, because no one is perfect. The simple deduction is that we all have imperfections, whether they be small, very noticeable or outrageous.
At least they make us unique, make us who we are. I accept my flaws. I cherish that they make me different. And if you cannot in the least overlook them if they plague so you deeply, goodbye. I have not the time nor energy to waste on responding to your criticism, hate, or insubordination.
For he writes, "I am imperfect, and that makes me perfect."
I find this true, and wrong, so you tell me what that makes this.
  • JoinedOctober 8, 2012


Story by TricksterBeThyName