Cookie-cutters, shaping dough in the same sad way all over again, pretending to hate things that they once loved. They forget the memories, and try their hardest not to make some. Anything mainstream goes, that is until it had it's fifteen minutes. Cookie cutters, just wasting away their same, sad lives, wanting to be normal, wanting to have the same old routine every single day. They complain and argue about their life instead of living it, think nothing, yet everything, of others, and act, so they can win everyone over with their fake, little smiles.
Hands on, hands shaped cookies, loving themselves for a simple thing- just being who they are, listening to the kind of music the cookie-cutters doesn't like. They drink from half-full cups, and will always have their friend's back, no matter if she is a blondie cheerleader or a slightly nerdy nut cookie. Handmade cookies sample the world, and find joy in what they love, no matter what.
So, honestly, which sounds better- a sloppy, imperfect homemade cookie, or a flawless cookie-cutter? If you picked the last, think again.
