[ WP ] Write your heart onto your sleeve , Reddit .

I have to be perfect. I ’ ve created a flawless facade for myself. I ’ m porcelain, flawless, but very brittle. I'm always put together, I refuse to fall apart, but I can feel the cracks growing wider. With every wrong answer on a quiz, no matter how many I get right before I make a mistake, I crumble a little more. Every failure, every time I drown my sorrows in food only to heave it back out again, the cracks inch larger. It's consuming me. I know its impossible to be perfect, but I ’ m terrified of the alternative. All I can see through the cracks is a menacing, featureless, nothing. I ’ m afraid I lost who I am underneath the porcelain shield of perfect.
