Perfect.
I hate the word.
Every girl revolves around that word.
They want to be that.
But you can't.
There is no such thing as perfect
But we still try to be perfect.
An impossible thing.
But we try.
Sadly I try too.
I know it's not possible
But I know that I could still be better than I am now.
Not perfect but better.
We strive to be better.
For finally every little hair on our heads to be in place.
To have a better weight than before.
To be the right person everyone loves.
The reality is we aren't trying to be perfect or better
We are trying to be something that someone out there would love.
Something so far out that it's impossible but we try
Because that what we all want,
Is to be loved.
