I am a human.

Not perfect, not the best at everything, but that’s ok.

There is no right or wrong.

But I am still the unique one.

I am that person that people say “they’re different” and I love the thought

of:  “She is not the same.”

I take in the fact that I am not normal.

I take in my crazy ways, and the reasons I am unique.

I dream every time I have a moment to think about it. Every day, every hour, every minute, every second I have.

I love that there is no perfect.

I will always be the crazy friend, I will always be the unique one.

But I will never be the person who is always perfect, because that is what makes

you always perfect.

That is what makes you human.