The farthest thing from perfection.

I haven’t written in so long that I don’t even feel like I’m the same girl that used to write every day. Whatever happened to her anyway? It’s as if somewhere along the line, I just let her go and with her, so went all the creativity that I’ve always used to pride myself on. It was the one thing that made me unique; the fact that I wrote and that I was rather good at it and that I never had to force it. It was a part of me and it’s a part of me that I plan on getting back. So, here goes everything. To say that it has been a rough couple of days would be a huge understatement. I don’t think I’ve ever been this alone, and that’s saying a lot because I’ve always been alone. Not in a lone wolf sense, no. I mean, in a runt of the litter, always overlooked, desperately trying to fit in and giving up on everything kind of sense. For a while, I lived under the assumption that it was because I was introverted, socially awkward and anxious but I don’t think that can sum it up anymore. I’ve be