I'm Sorry.

I struggle. I struggle to be what you want me to be. I struggle to fit into your little box of perfection. And I struggle with the fact that I can't be the person you want me to be. Usually, it wouldn't bother me that I can't fit into perfection. But this time it does. I want so badly to be yours. To make you happy. To fit into that box.

But more than that, I want you to want me. I want you to want who i am. I want you to want me how i am. Not as perfection. I'm not what you want, even less what you need. I can't change the person that I am. I can't squeeze myself into that tiny box of perfection that you've created for me. I've given up on trying. I need to live my life, the way I want it to be. And I want you to be there with me. But right now, it feels like I'm suffocating. I can't live like this anymore. Don't let me go just yet...

Before too long, we'll be a memory...