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My whole life I've always known what was wrong with me. Some people pay therapists so much money and time, spilling their secrets to a stranger, just to find some reassurance.
But as appealing as that sounds, I've never needed to. I've always known what all my problems stem from.
No matter what, I never do anything perfectly. I've tried and experienced more things then most people, but I've never suceeded so much at one thing that I felt completely satisfied. From school, to sports, to friends and boyfriends, to voice, and my family, and all else, nothing works perfectly.
A lot of things work well, or fine, or terribly.
But my fucking God, what's wrong with me? Is it sheer immaturity? Is it fear?
I have so much passion, but it always seems to be thrown back in my face.
I've been told I'm gorgeous by numerous people, why can't I feel it?
I wanted to create something beautiful, I wanted to sing like noone else could, I wanted to be liked by everyone, and fall in love. I wanted to do something worth while. I wanted to do something right.
But as appealing as that sounds, I've never needed to. I've always known what all my problems stem from.
No matter what, I never do anything perfectly. I've tried and experienced more things then most people, but I've never suceeded so much at one thing that I felt completely satisfied. From school, to sports, to friends and boyfriends, to voice, and my family, and all else, nothing works perfectly.
A lot of things work well, or fine, or terribly.
But my fucking God, what's wrong with me? Is it sheer immaturity? Is it fear?
I have so much passion, but it always seems to be thrown back in my face.
I've been told I'm gorgeous by numerous people, why can't I feel it?
I wanted to create something beautiful, I wanted to sing like noone else could, I wanted to be liked by everyone, and fall in love. I wanted to do something worth while. I wanted to do something right.