It’s hard when you realize you can’t be perfect. When you realize you have achieved nothing of greatness. When you look back in regret of the way you handled life in recent time. When you see that the dreams and hopes you once had are now lying in a ditch, like and abandoned puppy, along the highway you thought you were on. You felt like you were driving 120km h and the control was in your mind. Nothing could stop you, cause you had everything, you were limitless. You had the capacity of the universe, and nothing could bring you down. Unstoppable.
The person you once were, the self-esteem, confidence, balance, multifunctionality, the way you had everything going on and going so well, that person you are no longer. That feeling of failure, helplessness - the helplessness you feel during and post the realization of your failed attemp to be perfect, to master what possible, the realization that you are now an underachiever, it breaks your heart. You try to refuse the breakage, after all you brought this on yourself, but all you feel is emptiness. Emptiness and a whole lot of pain. Your heart aches like it never before has. And the worst part, it aches for you.

Won’t you give me just a kiss, kiss
So that I won’t miss, miss
Th’opportunities giving me the bliss, bliss

Physically and mentally exhausted. Where’s determination when I need it? I suspect it was stolen from either of the following suspects:
A) Facebook
B) Twitter
C) Instagram
D) Youtube
E) Tumblr

Guess I have to run some DNA tests using gel electrophoreris, then. But first: replicate some nonsense base sequences! Creating my own 10K-polypeptide army to survives all the mean phagocytes. Bad, bad, phagocytes! Shame on you

I like myself so I cannot understand why them boys don’t

Sometimes I pretend not to remember details about people because having a good memory apparently equates to creepiness.

(Source: unpublishedwriting)