I bet with a title like that you expecting me to be some emo freak.
In fact Im quite the opposite.
See ive sorta come to realize that, yes, I am one big failure.
but its ok.

Think about this.
If we were all perfect, there would be no love.
Our collective failures make it possible to love.
if we all stood in line,
wore the same clothes.
spoke that same.
never stole, killed, hated, or feared,
where would we be?
Alone.

there would be nothing to drive us to find someone like us.
to feel something different.
to hold someone close in your arms and tell them everythings going to be just fine,
while their telling you the same.
to wake up in the morning, and roll over to a passionate kiss and an "I LOVE YOU".

If being perfect means that we cant love with
all our hearts, minds, souls, and beings.....

the big question for all of you out there is this:

ARE YOU SO SURE YOU WANT TO BE PERFECT