Perfection is my Imperfection

Perfection: The condition, state, or quality of being free or as free as possible from all flaws or defects. Perfection is everyone else's goal but mine yet, somehow, I am the one that's putting up that perfect im age and I hate it. I'm different from most people. I contradict myself in every way yet I always seem to say what I mean. Have you ever cried? I have. Loads of times. Thinking I'm not pretty, that I'm not worth the trouble. I bottle everything up and I often get into fights about it. I don't care that it pisses you off that I don't trust you easily. Don't fucking be a hypocrite. I self-inflict pain to myself through words. Thoughts in my mind. It's poisonous but I can't seem to stop. I'm done pretending. This is my blog and I'm telling the truth here. It's not fair. My life isn't. I never get what I want. I'm never happy. I put others before me, all the time. Even if they want the same thing as me. I'll let them have it. You could said that I cause myself the most pain, and you know what? You're probably right. If I was more selfish, I probably wouldn't be like this. I make people happy, however no one tries to ever make me happy. % chance of snow    Tell me a story? :)