<cetner><h1>The Thoughts of the Insane</h1></center>

Mood: Thinking....
Listening to: All Hail The Heartbreaker
Reading: Harry Potter and the Sorcerers Stone
Watching: Sponge Bob

<center>A girl is standing in from of a pile of plushies. Each a little different from the rest, but all in the same, they are the same plushies. Same caracter, Same attire. Same features. The girl searches and finally she grabs one out. It is dusty, tattered and a bit sad looking compared to the many others she could have chosen from. But yet, that is the one she chose. To her, it is perfection.

Notice, the girl didn't go for the best one in the crowd per-say, but the one that seems outcasted, thrown aside, used, and yet perfect in it's own own little way....because really, who wants what society deems "perfect" ? In all reality they are so imperfect it's disgusting, they are just an attempt to clone one persons dream, and that one person can not decide what perfection is. that's why I try my hardest not to give a flying fuck what anyone else thinks of me. They look at me and think i'm not perfect. but i'm not perfect compared to society's views. In all reality, I am perfect. and they refuse to believe that somone could actually be better then them. and because of that they hate me. And they hate that they can not find who they are like I have. I have so many flaws in me it's not even funny. But I'm still perfection. Just like you are still perfection. There is no one PERFECT person for all of society. Just one perfect person to you. </center>

<center>Worthless</center>