i can't be perfectly a good girl. i was never one, won't actually be. so why are you expecting me behaving as a saint? i care, yes i do. that's who i always will be. i spread love, yes i do. i always believe i was born to do so. but being a saint? not making mistakes? being 100% completely honest? telling you the truth of my current life? when it was you who tore me apart, who broke me into pieces, and still does, being perfect is not in any of our agreement. i may be nice, but i can also be mean.
i just need a space to breathe.