I'm not a perfect girl.
My hair doesn't always stay in place. I eat when I'm bored. I'm pretty clumsy and I spill things a lot. I fall for boys and believe in lies too easily and I sometimes have a broken heart. I'm hoping that one day, I won't need a fake smile and made up stories to get someone to like me, and that I can just be myself. My friends and I sometimes fight and some days, nothing goes right. But when I think about it and take a step back, I remember how truly amazing life is and that maybe, just maybe, I like being imperfect.
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