COLD

With everything that I am and am not, I most certainly am confident that "perfect" is beyond my reach. If anything, I am the most imperfect being in the whole universe. I may have two eyes, two ears, one nose, a set of lips, a face, complete body parts to sum that up. Physically complete. Mentally, I am still at that point of learning to crawl. I make mistakes and it's only human. I loved a man. He was beyond perfect (in my eyes). But I always find ways to mess things up, even with the littlest of things.

Today I gave up on myself. Surrendered completely, waving that white flag of defeat. I don't know what to do with my life truthfully speaking. Everything just gets into my mind and wrecks havoc. As I type this down, nothing makes sense to me.