Food For Thought
Ummm I sound super harsh, by the way, but I am TRYING to say I accept these "flaws". I accept being young and foolish and making bad decisions. That's how people grow. I don't love anyone who is perfect. I love you, perceived flaws and all. When I love someone, they are pretty much perfect in my eyes. This applies to friends, family, and lover. I am the MOST flawed person I know, I make the most horrendous mistakes, I make assumptions, I often lie, I fall down A LOT, I usually look like crap, I play with fire AND *I get burned*. That means I am no expert in fire-ology.