I'm not perfect. I have scars on my left wrist that describe sadness and depression . I have stories about being abused by my father mentally and physically. I've regretted making my mum cry so much for how I act. I make a lot of mistakes but I am thankful for those who are always on my side even if my judgment is wrong. at the end I have to learn to forgive myself for not being a perfect person. Let me just tell u im sorry for never being good enough for you, im sorry you don't like my sexuality, also im sorry you had to make me remember shit days in my life, im sorry for never being the girl who wouldn't stop chasing her dreams, im sorry I support gay rights, Im sorry for not being perfect. Im glad im not perfect because I just want to be me. And make mistakes and learn from them.
