Cause Im Not Perfect Novels & Stories

But why don't they try to adapt the beauty of that unrealistic approach in their own lives to make even their real lives beautiful? After all, it wasn't an unknown fact that perfection was just a relative word; it's your imperfections that teach you to rise and love because you get to know your individual self but sadly, no one wants to know themselves, all they want to know is the perfect someone which doesn't exist in its entirety but rarely in its own imperfect state.

“Does it? “ “Maybe sometimes. “ “Or they just don’t get it. “ The painful stab again. The hint no body will ever understand him. I take another shot to silence the roaring pain it inflicted and say “But to your question, I don’t think so. I haven’t done something, not like this. “ “Why not?” “I’ve just...I guess despite everything I’ve always been afraid I’ll disappoint my mother. “ “You don’t want to be like your father- kind of thing. “ “I guess. “ “You should stop trying to be so perfect. No one deserves the expectations that come with that. “ “I’m not perfect, “ I say, but his words still get to me.

"The teacher told you to rest in the School Health Unit." "Ish, I'm really not sick," said Markonah, raising her head. She had managed to quell her nervousness. "But, your body is warm and it looks like you're also lacking focus." "Emm, that's... that's because..." Markonah paused in thought. "That's because my nose feels really itchy and I want to pick my nose. So please don't bring this up again, okay. This is so embarrassing." Again, Markonah hid her face in her palms.

Just him and no one else. It’s honestly sad. The life I have. I don’t have any friends mostly because I hold myself back. Living under the perfect shadow that was Emma nailed in the fact that I can never be good enough for anyone. I wasn’t as beautiful as she was. Sexy as she was. Smart as she was. Loved as she was. I wasn’t perfect as Emma was. I was nothing compared to her.

I vowed I would be a better sister, not wanting to be insensitive. To this day I try to be better for all my family and loved ones. I can be impulsive and selfish. It’s true, but no-one is perfect and I decided to stop blaming myself for what I can’t control. Just learning to pick up the pieces and do better the next time.

“I try so hard because I don’t want to disappoint anyone.” “You don’t disappoint anyone, Sienna. Never.” His voice was firm, in a way that simply couldn’t be doubted. I looked down and rubbed my knees weakly. “Sometimes I feel like the world expects me to be the perfect mom, the perfect resident, the perfect wife. And I’m just human.” Liam pulled me into his chest again. I let my body lean on him completely. “You don’t need to be perfect to be loved, Sienna.” Those words were simple, but they hit the deepest part of me.

Then back at me. "You're still looking down sometimes." I sighed. "I know." "But you're catching yourself." I looked at my hands. "How do you know?" "Because you looked at Catherine this morning." My eyes widened. "You saw that?" "I saw enough." A small smile appeared on his face. "You're trying." I nodded. "I want to." "Good." He paused. "Then don't try to become perfect." "Don't?" "No." "Perfect people don't exist." He leaned slightly closer, keeping his voice low enough that only I could hear.

I can't do. "I can't think of any." I said after thinking hard about it. I just couldn't find something, but I knew I wasn't good at everything. "See. You are perfect." Wrong. I wasn't perfect. I am full of flaws and mistakes. I am full of anger and what not, but I try to be perfect and with you by my side, I know I can do all things. "You bring out the best in me. Thank you." "You're welcome. Now, teach me how to dance."

“You can’t un-do what you said any more than you can un-do sleeping with half the squad.” Well that fucking stings. Where is this even coming from? I roll my eyes, shaking my head. “Because you’re perfect, right? You never say the wrong thing, do the wrong thing.” The words taste bitter as they leave my mouth. “Well guess what? I’m not perfect. Never have been, never claimed to be. Do you know how hard it is to try to be the guy you deserve when you’re so fucking perfect? How the fuck am I ever supposed to measure up?”

no matter what! Nobody is perfect and that’s where I always lose myself whenever I try to give us a chance but this time, I will try harder.