I grew up attempting to be perfect. Not for myself, never for myself. I always knew that perfection is different in every person’s mind. I was pressured to be perfect, expected of it. I hated it. I couldn’t do what I loved to do, because “it wouldn’t get me anywhere”. I had to “think about my future”.
Well, here’s that future you were talking about. Look at where I am now. Look at the damage that has been done. The only way to fix it, is to get away from you.
Word.
- DP
