Cool use to mean unique, spontaneous, compelling. The coolest kid was the one that everyone wanted to be like but no one quite could because their individuality was so utterly distinct. Then ‘cool’ changed. Marketers got a hold of it and reversed it’s meaning. Now you’re cool if you’re NOT unique. If you bear the unmistakable stamp of America. Hair by Paul Mitchell, Clothes by Abercrombie, Car by Lexus, Attitude by Nike. Cool is the opiate of our time and over a couple of generations we have grown dependent upon it to maintain our identies of inclusion. I however…refuse to be ‘cool’. I pride myself on being a unique individual instead of conforming to the hipocracy of society. And thats how it’s gunna stay!

So your afraid to feel…

People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that’s bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain isevil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they’re afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they’re wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It’s all in how you carry it. That’s what matters. Pain is afeeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you’re letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.

So you think i’m perfect…

I’m not perfect, I never tried to be. I’ve made mistakes. I’ve taken the easy way out. I’ve lied to my friends. I’ve hidden the truth so many times from so many people. I’ve hurt people. I’ve left people behind. I’ve spread rumors. I’ve said things that I didn’t mean. I’m no better than anyone, anywhere. I’m human. I have faults, and I’m not afraid to admit that. I want to change, but I won’t. Because that’s what we do as humans. That’s what we’ve always done. We list our faults like a grocery list, and we move on, expecting everything to somehow change itself. It never will. I will never change. I willnever be perfect. I will always make mistakes.  I’ll, more often than not, take the easy way out. I willlie, hide the truth, hurt people, leave people behind, spread rumors, and say things I don’t mean for the rest of my life. Imperfect. That’s what you can call me. After all I am me, and don’t fit a certain category. I’m just a girl who lives life day by day and always manages to put a smile on my face. Even if that day I’m a complete mess. I am human just like you; But I, I am   my own person. I am who I am, and I do admit my faults, but guess what, I will ALWAYS be proud of my accomplishments. Guess what? I LIKE being imperfect.