Prolouge

"What is perfect? I doubt I'll ever be it..."

All my life, I struggled with the want or need for perfection and just plain normality but it's like as if I was not meant to be just that. I didn't have what it takes, i guess. All around me, I see people doing normal things and holding normal conversations, even my own family. However, when you compare the way I act, with the way everyone else acts, obviously you can tell that I'm the one doing something wrong here.

One day, I just wish I can become perfect, it's all that's on my mind.