.:perfection:.

Perhaps it's PMS, but I've been pretty affected by things happening recently. And it's so odd, how when friends, who are supposed to accept you for who you are, suddenly have expectations which you can't seem to meet no matter how hard you try.

I am not the perfect girl, the perfect friend, the perfect girlfriend, the perfect daughter, the perfect person, nor ever will be the perfect woman… but I try very much in my capacity to be the most perfect person that I can ever be. And if my so-called “perfections” are flaws in others’ point of view, then I will try harder. I know I can’t satisfy everyone, and I can never live up to what others expect from me.

I'm perfectly imperfect.

I just need to accept this.