Therapy For The Poor

I find perfection uninteresting. Yet I crave it all the same. In others as well as my self; and when they, or I, don't meet my expectations I find that I cannot deal with it. I freak out, and I suspect it's about control. I don't know why. This is bad- because if nothing is good enough, then what is left? I can look on the situation with detachment, and I can analyse to death, but I can't change how I feel. I know that every relationship, friend or lover, goes through ups and downs, but I'm afraid that I'm running away. I want to know why I give up so easily.

Music- Magistrates- Heartbreak.

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