I know i\'m not perfect. I know Ive chose ignorance when I viewed outward harm and were not corrected by outward charm.
Reckless we are as child. Some grow twice maybe 3 times that into their old ages. Tho we pray that it milds, it\'s unfortunate we can\'t read unwritten pages.
Im grown now and known a long time how to treat with respect and be prudent in what I present, but why does it feel as if no one relates? Why can you not tell truths too like I would expect?
At least im honest in my depravity. Where as you just lie lie and lie, like practitioners of insanity!
.... But here I am satisfied with my honest imperfection, but aching over rejection from too much I mentioned again, again and again.....
I know ill never be perfect like the things most want to imitate, but when I finally try something different I think it\'d be great.