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Hi. My name is Rebekah. I am not half as organized and responsible as I would like people to think. I always leave things to the very last minute. I dream and say I will do great things, but I never do. I overstress and over-react and cry at the stupidest things. I complain way too much. I funnel Mini Eggs into my mouth when I'm bored. I am selfish and ignorant. I am flawful.
And I have realized that I'm wasting my time trying to perfect things.
As much as I would like, the song "Toothpaste Kisses" doesn't play the moment I lock eyes with a cute boy. A decent American university is well out of reach for me. And waiting for the "perfect moment" often results in multiple moments slipping away.
It's like the whole deal of making friends. The friends I make aren't my friends, because they are better than everyone else I have met. They are my friends, because we've put time and effort into supporting each other. I think I'm pretty lucky to find even one person who I can put up with who wants to put up with me. And also, I have learned that you should bolt the other way as soon as you meet someone who makes you happy all the time, because real friends make you face your shit.
Anyways, I am done with waiting for the perfect moment, for the perfect person and for the perfect song for my perfect credit roll. Those don't exist.
There is only trying very hard to create the perfect love.