Who are you to judge me?
Monday, April 26
5:47:00 PMI'm a radio blasting nothing but noise and the dial is stuck on ten.
When will this noise finally turn into beautiful music?
Never if the antenna doesn't get fixed.
If I never get fixed.
Life is so retarded to put it simply.
I love each and every one of my brothers and sisters under Christ. But I can only speak for myself. Who is to say who loves me as a person. When I see a person, I really look at that person. I drink in their skin, their flaws, their personality, their habits, and I love every bit of it. Because it all comes together harmoniously to create that perfect person, God's handiwork.
So why can't someone see me like that? Why can't they overlook my flaws and like me?
I don't wanna live up to anyone's standards besides Gods. Yet I still want to be loved by another human. Who doesn't? This shit's so overrated. Everyone wants to be pretty and perfect to be liked. I just want to be liked. I will accept anyone that will accept me.
I hate when people are shy or nervous to talk to me. I want to be your friend. I wish they could see how nice I am and how much I have to offer to the world. But no one will give me a chance. I am prejudiced and judged. Judged by filthy hands.
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Age: 17Location:So Cal
Sex: F
Likes:Running, Drawing, Painting, Writing, Arizona Tea
Dislikes:Close-mindedness, Arrogance, Movies with talking animals
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