Cause Im Not Perfect Novels & Stories

Of course, mom worries about me a lot. Why? Because I'm the fat daughter. Because I'm the extreme introverted daughter who stutters in front of stranger. Because I'm the daughter who doesn't fit into the glamorous lifestyle as the second daughter of one of the richest families in the state. Because... Because... I could list a thousand reasons but for now, let me just enjoy the utter bliss. I reached for my headphone on my side table. This blissful darkness plus music equals best feeling. *******

she said and that made me feel some how guilty. "But am not that much of a right man"I said softly "Why do you say so?"she asked Because am not a good guy,because my family ruined your life years ago ,because I raped you and scar you for life. Am not the right one for you he u can't help falling in love with you. "Why do you say you are not right for me?"she asked making me realise that I haven't even said any thing to her yet "Because am not perfect,I have my own flaws Emily, don't think too high of me,I don't deserve it"i said

#songs #AdamLambert. - Better than I know myself #TheScript #Army of angels Clara I'm not perfect .I've always said that; perfection isn't perfection unless there are imperfections visible... So we are all imperfectly perfect . There are some moments in life when you feel undeserving of what you have or like a total loser.I've had many of those days and weeks ,when I sometimes feel like I'm not being a good enough mother to my son , or perfect wife to my husband . When you wake up in the morning and wish you could fall back to sleep cause you hate feeling like you are failing at a role you should perfectly fit into cause you've had enough practice, however you still feel like you are always

I asked. "Hi, I'm EJ and you are?" I laughed aloud. He was so funny and sweet and caring and loving, and I realized that he had always been that type of person. The type I wanted to have and to hold and to spend the rest of my life with. I cursed myself mentally for the times I had pushed him away. Why was I pushing away the person I actually needed? "Actually, I don't want to start over," he said. I felt my heart sinking.

Not perfect. I don't think we would ever be perfect again, not in the uncomplicated way we might have been before any of this happened. There would always be a scar somewhere underneath the surface, a memory that could still catch us off guard on a hard day. I had made my peace with that. Perfect had never really been the goal anyway, not really. Perfect was too fragile a thing to build a life around. But ours.

One day at a time. And it's beautiful. Not perfect. Not polished. Not what I imagined. But mine. Completely, impossibly mine. And that's everything.

When that day comes, illusion breaks and we have to face the reality. It's better this way. I know where I will be going and what to expect. I look at the man who stood in front of me with a blank look. What is happening? Tears start to swim in my eyes. The person whom I thought is perfect, is not perfect at all. "The idea of perfection is a myth, Angel. No one in this world is perfect. They act like they are. But they are not" he says as if reading my thoughts. Just then a thought occurs in my mind.

He pressed another kiss to my lips but I pulled away to answer his so not question. "I'm not perfect. I'm anything but perfect… or that's what I've been told." It was moments like these when I remembered how many people used to say that I'm not normal… or rather one person in particular used to tell me that but I couldn't remember who it was… it was just a voice roaming in my head from time to time.

"That our first born might not be perfect. I would never have done it Talon you should know me better than that. I just thought it was fair to give you the option." "Know a lot of so called perfect people that do some fucked up shit. When's the last time you seen a so called imperfect person on the news hacking up people across state lines for fun? I'm thinking this perfect shit has holes in it." I kissed her nose with all the guck she had on it. "Only you would think like that."

But then I saw a light, and I lived in it. Maybe one would ask why I still don't hate myself despite all my despair. I have many reasons to hate myself. I am not perfect and will never be perfect. I am boring, my life was a mess, and my childhood was a lie. I didn't live a beautiful or even normal life. But c'mon, you can give me 1000 reasons to hate, but I have one good reason to love. This is me. This is who I was meant to be. If I give up, will there be success in my district now? I stated my flaws, but I still don't hate myself. After all, I stand with God in saying that I am fearfully and wonderfully made.