Imperfect

There once was a girl who was trying to find her way. Everyone else always does the same. She was a little different, she wasn’t like most girls who wanted true love, she didn’t believe in such nonsense, but she didn’t just want lust either. It’s not that she didn’t know what she wanted it, she just couldn’t find it. She realized she wasn’t perfect she prided herself on her flaws at times. Though often she hated herself for them. She always thought she was selfish, not many people knew any of this about her, because when she told people it seemed that they would leave, not because of what she said but because of something else. She’d talk to boys and they’d begin to like her they thought she was perfect but whenever she showed an inch of imperfection they’d leave her. Even though she admitted from the start that she wasn’t perfect, she told them that she knew they weren’t perfect either and that she loved their imperfections, but they didn’t love hers.

This girl is me and I just want to know why?

(may turn it into a story gimme some feedback, its true fyi)