Wimp
Sometimes I'm a real wimp. Emotionally, physically, mentally. I can't do basic addition, I can't walk on the edges of cliffs and I just can't make friends like a normal person. So I guess Sarah does have problems. My ideal of perfection is never going to happen. It's hard to accept that. I have always strived for perfection, irregardless of the situation. But I don't think I am going to attempt that anymore. I think I am just going to let things be. I miss my family. I miss my dad and mom and a Marquette summer is sounds irrational. Ah well, I am a bit irrational.