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I think that I ask to much of myself. I think that, some day, I'm going to have to sit down and deal with the fact that I can't be perfect. But the problem with that is that I honestly do feel that, though I know it is impossible, I should still strive for perfection. I believe that to be content with myself and my situation is a failure; I should always be trying to be something more, something better.

You know what I think is truly sick? The millions of people that never try to be something more because they're either too stupid or too conditioned by society and the media ("No, really! You're fine just the way you are! Everything that's wrong with your world is someone else's fault!") for the notion of self-improvement to even occur to them.

I am intelligent. I am strong. I am a good friend and a good lover. But you know what? I wasn't born that way.

I am intelligent because I read excessively, and am constantly pushing myself to study harder and harder things.

I am strong because I've been through some truly heinous things; I am human and as such I am vulnerable and need help sometimes, but I do not lose myself in self-pity.

I am a good friend and lover because I am willing to take chances, to listen, and to admit when I make mistakes.

I've earned who I am. So I find it difficult to swallow when I see people bemoaning their situation in life. Some things really can't be helped. But why waste energy feeling sorry for yourself when you can use that energy on something else?