Imperfectly imperfect.

I don't begin to describe myself as perfect. I never have and never will. I also know that that makes me just like everyone else. Imperfect. I make mistakes, and usually I tend to learn from them. Usually. I look like any other busty, slightly overweight, blonde haired, blue eyed woman. Maybe. I don't know. I haven't met them all, but I digress. The whole point of this blog is to provide an outlet for myself. I realize that its been a few days since I updated,but what does it matter? I only have one follower anyways. I've been dealing with life. I work full time, so I only have so much free time. That, unfortunately, has been spent the last few days wallowing in self pity. Self pity caused by a hard rejection. By hard I mean, through text, with a classic"this is for the best"followed by"I hope you understand." Now I sit here, wondering how the hell this keeps happening. It seems everytime I show intrest in someone, they run off. Yep. Imperfect. That's me. I don't model, so maybe that's why they leave? No. They're just men. Most think with their penises and not their brains. Once the "fun"wears off..it's on to the next "new toy".Imperfect. Life goes on.