Beautiful Imperfections
High School. Cheerleading. Music. Dance. Alone. Bad Boys aint no good Good Boys aint no fun. Shopping takes the pain away. Dream BIG, Love HARD. Your Different, Im Original.
Me in class.
- Me: Okay, gotta focus. Big test coming up.
- Me: Ooooh, when did that poster get there?
- Me: Ugh, split ends.
- Me: Why is the back of your head so attractive?!
- Me: HOW DID YOU GET THAT ANSWER?
- Me: Just act like you understand.
- Me: Don't pick me, don't pick me...
- Me: Here's my number, so call me maybe.
- Me: DAMN THAT SONG IT'S SO FUCKING CATCHY.
- Me: It's only been fifteen minutes?
- Me: I hate you all.
- Me: Someone shoot me.
Once again, I have nobody to talk to, about anything. And I don’t say this shit just for attention. I’m dead fucking serious. It lowkey hurts, but I’m a real nigga. Real niggas don’t care about feelings. We keep it moving ๐
I’m not looking for much in a guy…
1. AT LEAST 7 inches taller than me
2. Not saying I’m a gold digger, but I’m not messing with no broke nigga.
3. Funny. Somebody I can be my retarded self with and they think it’s okay. They love me anyway. We can be childish together sometimes ๐
4. Somebody I can tell everything to, and they’ll let me know it’ll be fine. I can cry in their arms and they won’t judge me.
5. Somebody that will hold me down through everything.
That’s not too much to ask? Is it? Cause I can’t seem to find it.
Not looking for a perfect guy, just the perfect guy for me. Simple.
And suddenly the teacher yells your name, and youโre like
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