Dear world, I am not perfect.
I try to be a good friend. I go out of my way for others and I never really ask the same. I bend over backwards because my friends’ happiness is 90% of my happiness (and their troubles are 90% of my troubles). It’s just who I am. I give 100% 100% of the time, but sometimes it still isn’t enough. Sometimes I’m distant or sometimes I need to be a little bit selfish.
I try to be a perfect student. I care about my classes. I study when I have an exam and I do my homework always and to the best of my ability. I write papers like my life depends on it! Yet I am not a straight A student and don’t know how to give any more to my work than I already give.
I try to have my life in order. I worked a summer internship, a campus job for class credit, I stressed about finding a Coop and would not settle for anything but what I thought I deserved. Yet I have never had a paying job so what does that say about my expertise?
I try to be a good girlfriend. But crying to my boyfriend and making my problems his own is not fair to him.
I try to sleep. I wake up, go to class, go to work, do my homework, spend time with friends, and try to find a minute to myself. By then I end up lying in bed at 1 am having a sordid affair with insomnia.
I try to be a good blogger, but sometimes life gets in the way.
I am a good sister. I think. I am a good daughter. I hope. I am good. I try to be good in everything I do. What if trying isn’t enough? I stretch myself too thin and I’m thin enough already.
Dear world, I am not perfect, so please cut me some slack.
