Mood: Imperfect I have no permission to give my mother advice. Why? Because I'm not perfect. This is her reasoning. So, going by her reasoning, if one cannot give advice because they themselves are imperfect, then no one can give anyone advice because no one currently living on this planet is perfect. This makes sense. Right. Ugh. Sometimes it scares me just how lost she seems. But then again, so was I, and still am in many ways. Or maybe not. I know very little these days.
My mother's reasoning.
6:18 p.m.//02.04.06
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