Just when can I stop being a perfectionist?

Why do I feel like I’m the only one giving a fuck bout this?

The constant stress I’m experiencing is actually ruining my bod for years already.

Now there’s no stress within me.

It evolved to paranoid.

I just can’t wait for this whole torturous process to end.

It has been 13 years.

1 more year to go & I’m done.

I’ll survive for another 365 days..

Right?

I suppose.

It’s killin me softly.

So softly that even I don’t realize it at times.

I’m just tired of letting the tears roll down.

It’s never-ending. 

Posted on January 31st at 2:01 AM

1. paradoxical-ife posted this