The world revolve's around perfection, perfect body, perfect knowledge, perfect job, perfect family. And so much more. Why do we need a perfect world? I am perfect, studies, look you name it. But it makes me more sad than happy. If you're skinny you want to be more cute. If you're fat, you want to be skinny. The grass is never greener on the other side.
I look up at the ceiling and realize this will never bring me up to the top. This book will never work out. Just because all these entries are based on perfection. Everyone will just think I am spoiled.
"Oh, the post hasn't been viewed yet?" thought Anna.
Anna had posted her thoughts on an account called "Perfectionist". She was a perfect student, ambivert, pretty, smart, played piano and was perfect in all ways possible. She was the only child in her home. Her mom and dad adored her and all her cousins loved her. Her aunts all said she was the best, and her uncles all admired her knack for the outdoors.
She had everything but what she wanted. She wanted to be known for something, be famous for something other than her perfection. She was OBSESSED with writing journals of the outdoors and investigating crimes/stories.