This is not well written. And I don’t care. I could sit here for hours and explain why I wrote this, but we all have stories that affected us, mine is no more important than anyone else’s- but what matters is that we’ve all been there. And you know, I’m not perfect- I’ve said and done things in the past that should never have been thought, let alone uttered, but I’m done. I’m over and done with all of this. None of us are perfect. We all have that “one thing” we wish we could change, that “one thing” that people all seem to notice and point out. And you know what, that’s okay. Actually, it is perfect. Because the world would be a hell of a lot more boring if we were all the same.