Imperfect.
Sometimes, I say the wrong things. Sometimes, I don’t do things that I should. Sometimes, I fail to keep my promises. Sometimes, I forget about important things. Sometimes, my hair and makeup don’t look the best. Sometimes, I get frustrated. Sometimes, I can be paranoid. Sometimes, I’ll say things I don’t mean. I’m not perfect. I can accept that. Why can’t you?
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