It’s Okay To Be Imperfect
I have been through the hustle of not being first choice on very many instances, that for a while it began to feel like home. For one reason or another there always has to be a better person or a more worthwhile endeavor that in more instances than one, involves someone that is not me. Back in primary school I had an unspoken love/crush thing going on with a certain boy. Unspoken because he sat across the room from me…
