Letting Go
It's the perfection in life that drives me crazy. That unattainable something. I feel as though I am impossible, if not only for myself than for others as well. It's the price I pay for being different than everyone else...feeling so alone and always feeling so misunderstood. And I hate it when people tell me who I am or what I need because they don't really know me. Because I don't really know me. And I hate always falling just short of what I want. That is why I push so hard, yet at the same time I can't do anything right. I hate what I feel. But I don't know how to change it. I keep waiting for something that never comes.