This makes me think of my mom. When i have done something and i tried my hardest, she says i cant try my hardest because i have to be perfect. This drives me crazy. I dont like being perfect. I get straight A's and one B? She says im awful. I just feel so pressured to be perfect that i just break because i know im a dissapointment.
I am quirky, silly, blunt. My days...too dark.. Nights too long... I trip over my own insecurities... I require attention, long for passion and wish to be desired.... I use music when words fail me...Words are as important to me as the air we breathe... I love hard with all I have.. and even with my faults, I am worth loving.