my perfectly imperfect
Our society has a strive for perfection that I once tried to achieve. I failed , and skin picking and other disorders are the ultimate proof . Fun thing is, I've discovered that perfection is in the most uncommon things - sounds cheezy as fuck, as a stupid philosophic 22 year old would say, but I've realized that I've ended my race towards perfection - not towards myself, can't help it, but towards others . In a place where everything has to be fucking goals , I think I found my own goals in life. It's not a perfect snapchat worthy night in a popular club in Montreal with alcohol flooding everywhere - it's semi-cuddling, even if we're both on our phones cause our minds is fucking with us, we're together. A lil' hug here and there, I love you out of nowhere cause a random post made you think so and because duh have you seen that on tv GURL? It's having no fucking idea how you managed to know either animes or wrestling shit but you do...