nothing lasts forever; i'm sorry i can't be perfect

and this is the part of life i like to call: i'm so done.

i'm done picking up after people.
i'm done cleaning up other people's messes.
i'm also done being a mother figure. even though that's sort of hypocritical. (see current profile picture. and two blogs back...)

i just want to live for myself. that's basically what i'm trying to say.

oh, i also am not a fan of all of the judgment going on.
i get judged.
people around me get judged.
let me take you on my bus ride. (i can start driving in a month and 8 days.)
so i get on the bus and while we're still at central, all of the boys in the back look at every person that walks by and finds something that they're probably insecure about.
honestly?
one day i even said "how can you judge them? look at you!" which is really mean.
and i regret it.
but let's be honest: no one's perfect. not even close.

that's what this lesson is for english.
that's what we need to understand.
we're only trying to be morally perfect for 5 days and can't do that.
Benjamin Franklin tried to be perfect for longer and then realized what a fool he was.


on another note,
i get lonely really easily.
i also am clingy.
and awkward.
these are only a few of my imperfections...


moral of the story: I try not to think about the pain I feel inside
Did you know you used to be my hero?