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| I think I'm too much of a perfectionist. | |
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| I don't tell many people this, but I always see the flaws in everyone's personalities, and it always really bugs me. | |
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| Unfortunately, I include my own flaws, which I think abou too much. But that's another story. | |
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| I picture me living with the perfect girl, in the future. Someone who is like a flawless version of me. Someone really sexy... it's not going to happen. | |
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| But then, I fall in love irrationally, which I suppose is how it works. And then life is how it's supposed to be lived. | |
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| I guess my point is that love doesn't have to make sense. It just has to work. | |
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