God knows I’m not perfect.
I’ve been thinking about this lately and I thought I’d put it in writting.
I am not perfect. Absolutely not perfect. I am rather imperfect, but then again I don’t really know anyone who actually is perfect. There are some people I see as perfect, but truly they are not. (And there is nothing wrong with that.)
I do talk about other people behind their backs. I know I wish I could talk about myself behind my back, I deserve it. But then again who doesn’t? Everybody does, even best friends do it to each other that is not such a bad thing as everyone perceives it.
I do roll my eyes, I do push my opinions, I am actually very rough and I am prone to conflict because… I don’t know, I’m not “teddy bear nice” all the time.
But the thing that bothers me about not being perfect is that
People around me don’t tell me the things I do wrong. I wish everyone was just straight forward and told me “don’t be like that”, “don’t talk like that”, “don’t feel that” or “why do you do that”, “you don’t need to do that”. I know that’s not their… Function but I guess real friends do that?
Like my boyfriend. He says nothing. Absolutely nothing. Everything is always fine. He doesn’t tell me anything I do wrong, it’s like I’m perfect which is not true because I actually fuck up very often
I’m just insecure, I need guidance I guess, I wonder if that’s wrong.