I knew...
that life isn't perfect...
people aren't perfect...
nothing ever is...
I used to know the beauty in imperfection...
where did that go...
where did everything I used to know and embrace go...
what happened to taking it easy...
how did I become this insecure... and angry at every little moral faults...
when did I stop accepting these imperfections...
here I am thinking I know how the world should work and shit... I'm the worst one.
how I'v been disappointed...
how I've been disapproved...
how I've been so conscious of how I make others feel and I thought... I knew...
I thought I'm the only one trying to make this world spin in the right direction...
I thought that whatever that's out of my control means they're at fault...
that's it... anything that's out of my control is at fault...
that's what's been going on...
I get it now...
and now... I learn to accept.
