perfectionista

I'm not a perfectionist.
I do not attempt the impossible.
I know my limits.
I know what I can do well.

That's the thing that kills.
Gnawing. Guilt. Disappointment. Anger.
I was supposed to be better.
Way way way much better.

I failed.
Do not give me shit about how blessed I am to have gotten that many marks.
I live up to my own expectations.
I sucked.
I f*cked up.
I screwed the stupid damn presentation.

And after all the letting out,
I'm mature enough to (try to) get over it.

Hopefully.


For now, I'll try to stop being depressed.