Because, reasons were there.

Not being perfect, is perfect.
Not being okay, is okay.
Not being able to express yourself, is one way of expressing yourself.

Because we were born in our own unique ways.

Complications, were meant to teach you, not break you. Trying to reason with myself, in my head, is like playing chess alone. They say what don't kill you, only make you stronger. What if I jump down from the fourth storey, and survive, but becomes paralyzed. What if I get burnt alive, but survives with third degree burns. What if I get shot in the head, but the bullet misses my brain and I survive.
Would all of that, make me stronger? Would it really?

There are so many rules we follow, but some of them we break. Those rules, were never meant to be there, living should be without boundaries.
I always tell my friends what to do when they have troubles with the girls. But when the problem arrives in my backyard, I have no answer to them. I often crash and burn with the ladies, because I have zero game. I'm like a nerd, with the mind of a ten year old, looks of a sixteen year old, size of a twelve, and actions of a fourteen. These numbers, are random. But I really am not what I look like. I may act like I know it all, like I would teach people. But the one really needs to be taught, is me.

I was thrown this question, well, not really, "Am I THAT superficial?". Does look really matter to me that much? I remember doing this personality quiz, and the result was that I am not superficial at all. I make friends with everyone, and everyone likes me because I am not superficial. Looks are secondary, and personality matters most to me. I've grown, it's been years since that quiz was taken. Personality matters the most, really. But do we really go for personality at FIRST sight? I don't think so. We usually go for looks first, then the personality comes in. If you disagree to this, well, you're a liar.
Maybe I should apologize to someone, because I was behaving too much like a superficial motherfucker.
I'm bushed, haven't slept a wink since afternoon, and it's morning now.
Till then.

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