I’ve messed up.
But I’ve taken responsibility for my actions, and I’ve apologized to the people who deserve it. I’ve owned up to my mistakes. And I’m trying to fix things.
I know I’m not perfect. But what is the point in hating someone for their past? It’s not fair. Especially when they’re trying to fix it.
Being mean, shutting people out, mocking people when they’re at their lowest…there’s no point. No one is perfect, but I see imperfection as a chance to improve. So, why can’t we all just live and let be? Everyone sees their own imperfections, why constantly shove them in their face?

What?

Miss Booth, I got you.