- I always start with trying to make something perfect. Try to make the science essay in style with what only a Nobel Prize winner can do, to sew the dress just as perfect as if it came from a store, if not even better.
 - Then I realize that I never will be able to so.
 - I get destroyed. I cry, bang the wall with my hands.
 - I give up and just try to make it average.
 - Then, I get angry at myself because I haven't done my best and tries to fix it.
 
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Perfect?
People call me a perfectionist, I think it's in a bad way.
This is the order of how I treat task:
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