Most people regret their mistakes. I don't see why a mistake means your close to being perfect. I don't find happiness being perfect so why correct myself to be? Asking a person to be perfect is like asking a bee not to fly. I won't be a flightless bee unless that is what I really want, but I won't lose myself in the facade. I will never be perfect so I won't try. Don't try to make me perfect, or a disaster will strike. I don't know when or how but I know what can happen if the person I am inside is corrupted. My insanity will escape the prison bars that I have trapped it in. That is when all hell will surface to the Earth.
Perfect Is Not Who I Am Or Will Be
October 11, 2011