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Tuesday, April 20, 2010 @ 11:58 PM

For the past couple of days I've been at a loss of words, unable to explain the irrevocable feelings that have been causing me to burst into tears. I haven't been myself. A multitude of various events have triggered my emotions, leading me to nitpick every aspect of my life. Honestly, I'm breaking down.
To make matters worse, school is as hectic as ever. The schoolwork seems to be piling up, and I can't fully concentrate. An essay I wrote late last night allowed me to dig deep into the cause of my building stress. I am somewhat of a perfectionist. Below are parts of my essay I've picked out to better explain.
"As a perfectionist, I am prone to procrastination. The two seem to go hand in hand. The fear of failure and constant worrying seem to dwindle the few hours available each day, leaving my work to be done at night."
"Lately, I've begun to realize I am not easily satisfied, and find myself sacrificing many things."
"My way of life can be seen as a vicious cycle."
"With this mindset, I am constantly in battle with myself. I am my own worst enemy, unable to defeat the unconquerable battle. My battle will never be won, for perfection can never be achieved. Some might wonder why I should work towards something that cannot be physically obtained. I myself wonder, but instead choose to look beyond doubt. With my idea of perfection comes success and happiness, leaving no room for failure. Although no one is perfect, I can try to be."
At the moment I am stuck in this strange mood, unable to get past it. Soon I will overcome it and be back to myself, it's just a matter of time. I have the best mother, brother, and best friend anyone could ask for. They have helped me through the last couple of days, and I don't know how I'll ever thank them. As I work towards perfection, and stumble along the way, they'll be there to pick me back up. I'll be okay.

-A.