I want to be loved for who I am.
Not by what I used to do or what I used to say.
But what I'm doing in the pressent or what I like to call today.
To be noticed for who I currently am.
Not for the girl with the pretty smile not for the girl who goes the extra mile.
But rather the girl with the loudest voice and the girl who does everything by her choice.
And I want to be loved for my personality not my practicality.
The girl with the goofiest of grins and the crookedest of chins.
The girl who loves to complain the one that will probably turn you insane.
I want to be loved because of those perfect imperfections.