That quote seems legit enough for me to trust. Have I been fighting for a long time already?
Honestly , i don't know . I don't know when i started to wage a war with myself. Perhaps when i was a teenager? When everything just come crashing down, knowing that I'm never good enough for everyone. I tried to strive for perfection but nothing comes around.


They say, you'll eventually grow stronger through the hardship and practice leads you to perfection. Perfection , such a hollow word used by the society to put unneeded stress upon the teenagers to attempt to stand out and please others. The reality is so cruel , wrapped up with such menace .



I've tried to please everyone , with a smile plastered across my face while i greet everyone and through the process of pleasing everyone , i got hurt. I bruised myself.



People around me often ask , " Why do you look sad? Unhappy?" And I'll be replying , "I'm okay." with much sadness masked behind another plastered smile .





I learnt that everyone's fighting their own demons and problems so what are the chances that someone would actually understand you? Every morning , i wake up feeling scared . I'm actually afraid of waking up , to face the world , to change in order to fit in the mold , to be what the society deem as an elite.



But ,



I know I'll never be good enough for anyone. I'll never be . So i seek solace in my dreams. At least , in my dreams , i could be whoever and do whatever i wanted to . In my dreams , i could be the definition of perfection. In my dreams , i would have everything i ever dreamt of .



& I often wonder.