Hi.

I’m imperfect. I trip, I fall, I cry. I’m clumsy and ditsy. I have bruises and scars. I’m not always happy and sometimes my smiles are fake. I bitch and I scream. I cry over the littlest and smallest things. I can be the biggest bitch you’ll ever meet and sometimes .. it seems like I manipulate people .. I’m not as innocent as everyone thinks.

but.

In a way, I love the fact that I’m imperfect. I always get a laugh out of me being clumsy. Sometimes my bruises or scars remind me of the time I was being such an airhead. I’m not always happy, but if I can put up with the shit that’s being thrown at me, I can get through anything. Right ? right. I can be the biggest bitch, but I’ll also be the sweetest and innocent person you might ever meet. I feel bad, when I hurt people and I usually always say sorry. I can’t take back my mistakes, but I can make up for them..

(: