Perfektionens brister
Rädd.
För att börja sträva igen, sträva efter att bli bättre.
Ju närmare man kommer
perfektion
destu längre ifrån den kommer man.
Scardness
You know what? My fingers are shaking just by opening this post. I know I will start writing this, sit down for a moment just thinking about what I really want to write, and then go up for a sandwich, a hot dog, a sugerdrifting batter made of cacao and oatmeal. Why? Because I just can't make myself face reality. Coz it's easier to just eat as much candy I pass out in anxiety attacks. Coz I'm scared as hell.
And I have no face on my fear.
