Most people cannot handle me. I don't wonder why. I don't even care. I am transparent and clear. If people assume I am like this or that, I let them be. What matters is who I am to me.
It is human nature to make mistakes. Even more human if you fail. Perfection comes not from perfecting the deed itself, but how you master improvement. How you stand up from the fall. How you redeem yourself. How you define yourself based from your boo-boos.
I used to think my name was Fault - I was mistakenly born by the rightness of making love. I grew up in a very strict Trial-and-Error community. My school's name was Independence. My own freedom was Me. I wanted someone, something to control me. I yearned for someone, something stronger. Beyond wanting to be controlled, I needed to be tamed. I was everything that I did. Careless, but hopeful. Hasty, but headstrong.
Regret is not in my vocabulary. It does not exist to me nor it bothers my conscience. Yesterday only made me well-built for tomorrow.
What I am is what I will be.
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