I’m not a perfect girl. My hair doesn’t always stay in place and I spill things a lot.I’m pretty clumey and sometimes I have a broken heart. My friends and I sometimes fight and maybe someday nothing goes right but when I think about it and take a step back I remember how amazing life truly is and that maybe, just maybe. I like being imperfect. Bacause imperfect is beauty, madness is genius and sometimes it’s better to just remain silent and smile.