theperfectquest


	theperfectquest
breygris	how ironic. i take a wrong turn in my mind and find myself in a sleepless night that might as well be a year ago exactly. so jammed up against my own walls i'm getting sentimental over the fucking butterflies in their cage. dripping my feelings into an online vessel. pathection -- i've perfected the art of being pathetic. i found out i'm a perfectionist. i never thought i was before, at all. very strange, very surprising. but now that i think about... dear god. i am. so i have to eat some words. ugly? ok, maybe i'm NOT ugly and disgusting. but i'm not perfect. stupid? maybe not. but i'm not perfect. fat? maybe not quite there yet. but i'm not "perfect"... isn't it ironic. the quest for perfection -- the one quest that immediately comes to mind when i think of impossible things. THAT's where some part of me thinks it wants to go. i dont even know what part. if anything such a quest is just going to rip me apart from everyone i love and drag me through the fucking gutter. i'll come out a heroin addict. i do look forward to my future. i'll be a boobless whore.	040403
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They call me Truth	when one tries to improve himself, it is beneficial not to force others whether willingly or unwillingly to follow your view or pace of growth and development. everybody grows at their own pace, so if one chooses to be demanding of anybody let it be one's self	070724

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