Sometimes the oldest wounds feel the freshest.
I am a perfectionist. I have unbelievably high standards. I don’t know why, and it’s not going away. Half the time I feel like a failure, and the other half of the time I might be partially satisfied with myself. I often feel like I let people down or like I let myself down. It sucks I know, but I’ve learned to deal with it and it’s helped me get to where I am. Yes, it can be a problem, and no, I will not lower my expectations- it would mean changing a big part of who I am. I am still learning that perfectionism is not the best, but it’s not the worst thing either. It may come out in different ways like how I fold laundry, eat my food or obsess about my grades. I am still working on that. I hope you can accept that and love me despite of it.