Man..i need to write..i need to be inspired.  Taking this class was like constantly having your mind bombarded by beautiful, inspiring words.  It got a little irritating to tell you the truth!  But holy crap...you don't know what you've got til it's gone.  So here I go.  I'm going to write to the pretend audience of my former class.  Because, writing for yourself seems kinda weird don't you think?  I don't want all these non-existent people to think I'm like, talking to myself or something... So...I'll talk to you! how are you? what's up? Cool.  Me too.  I need to write more.  I freaking love it.  It is the ultimate in therapy.  And it's FREE!!  Ah see? I feel so much better.

Imperfections

Sometimes I wear the same thing twice,

sometimes I won't take advice.

My room's a mess, and I confess,

I've spent the last half hour on this line

Sometimes I'm down, sometimes I cry,

sometimes I cheat and sometimes I lie.

Sometimes I stress, and fail hard tests,

and it doesn't matter how hard I try.

People tell me cut my hair and change my clothes

If they're thinking that I'll change they'll never know

who I am, because that's not me.

I make mistakes and I do things wrong,

I don't that I don't belong in their perfect world imperfectly.

But when I look in the mirror, and I see the reflections, 

I don't mind my imperfections.