I sometimes wonder about perfection, and then again about everyone's desire for perfection. I then ponder over the reasons as to why I always see the need to change myself for others to measure up to their definitions of "perfection" (but I see none). And if I decide that there is no need for change, I always find myself in a never ending predicament: One, feeling like I'm lacking of something. Two, feeling like I'll never be appreciated for what I am. And then after, I'd see the need to change myself again. It's a vicious cycle. A vicious cycle I cannot comprehend.

P.s: Do you notice me? Do you even know of my existence? Like I said, it's a god damned fucking cruel world. Why did you even have to step into my life anyway? :( It'd be a miracle if you even knew my name. :(

P.p.s: Sigh. Common test week. 4 papers: 1 down, 3 to go.