Imperfect

Feck perfuction people, let's go WRONG! So much of my life I've been trapped in a prison I've built for myself. I have to be perfect, I have to be loved by everyone. Do you know what that makes me do? I have to basically become as dull as a cucumber, trim out every last bit of weird out of my personality and STILL there are – and always will be! – a bunch of people that don't like me or my work. Welp, that's exhausting!