I am not very good at writing,
I make alot of mistakes. THey say that mistakes are what builds a person. But people kill themselfs over mistakes.
So does that mean that they caused there own death because they built themselfs like that. Can you really build yourself?
They say that girls are made with suger and spice and everything nice, and boys are made of snips and snails and puppy dog tails.
I don't like those sayings. People are made of blood and organs and DNA. Or maybe there not. WHo knows.
What am I made of? What do I build myself with? What are you? Are you made of good things?