I Am a Perfectionist
i always want to post a story but when i try i fail to find the words
i'm not having a good day with the body i'm forced to live in
and every small mistake i've made today feels like a monumental failure
i hate going out in public i feel like a massive waste of space and oxygen
idk why i'm writing this
i'm not having a good day with the body i'm forced to live in
and every small mistake i've made today feels like a monumental failure
i hate going out in public i feel like a massive waste of space and oxygen
idk why i'm writing this