I'M NOT PERFECT.

I never was.

Not from the moment, I was born, not from the moment I first learned to walk, and definitely not now.

People have been saying crap about me behind my back, but they need to learn to piss off.

The most perfect anyone has ever been, was probably during their childhood, innocent friendships, but still with the little white lies.

"Why did you tell a lie?" "Oh, to protect you/her/him/it"
Or when you were little: "Why did you lie?" "Lie? Me? What? NOOOO ~ "

Bitch, liar, backstabber, idiot, crybaby --> I'm all of those things. AND PROUD.

Can any of you guys out there read those words and say that you aren't?
That's right. You can't.
Why? Because we were born that way.

I was born with imperfections, burdens that would pull me down sometimes, and people would laugh or say things about them.

But that's me. Unique, quirky, weird.

But what will I become? From when you were little, your parents would have been asking you this, and in the case of mine, my parents' faces would brighten up instantly if I answered with doctor, dentist, lawyer or accountant, and likewise, darken if I said anything else.

But what have I wanted to be?
Someone people would accept. Nothing much more, nothing less.

A singer, an actress, even a YouTube celebrity.
These are all faraway dreams.
But they are dreams that I believe in. Why? Because nothing can't be done.

Pigs can't fly?
Put one on an airplane and see what happens.

Hahahahahahahaa ~ Seriously? A singer? Pfft. You'll never get there.
Sure I will. And once I do, you'll be my number one fan.

To all those people who want to commit suicide, and are thinking about their thin line of life, put it this way.

Life is like a balloon.
For those who bottle up everything inside, you'll eventually pop.
For those who just let go, you'll be taken on a long and twisty ride.
For those who have it just fine, but then choose to prick themselves with a needle, you'll find that your life suddenly disappears, and that you'll regret it soon enough, but then nothing can be done. It's all over for you.
For those who keep blowing, you'll soon run out of breath.
But for those who know when to stop and tie up, everything will be just fine. Nothing more, nothing less.

Nothing more, nothing less.
Because life is just like that.