Stress
is ruining everything. I just want things to be the way they should be. I wish I didn’t pick at things but I do because in many ways I am a secret perfectionist, and not afraid to speak my mind. I just wish it didn’t make me feel so terrible when I do. I’m really not perfect in any way shape or form, but it’s spo hard not to strive to be. I hold myself and my relationships to such impossible expectations that I forget to just live and enjoy them. I strive so hard to become who I want to be that sometimes I forget to smell the air and take things in.
