Perfect. It is a word that haunts me. Memories of my past quickly flood my mind when it is spoken. My parents had drilled it into my head that I wasn't. Neglected and abused, I just wanted to be perfect. I did anything and everything to achieve that. I didn't care about the consequences, all that mattered was that I was perfect. So many people called me that. Now and then. On the outside, I might look that way but on the inside, I am the exact opposite. On the inside I am an emotional train wreck. Horrible mood swings, uncontrollable urges to drink, throwing up what I eat, are all part of my perfection. I am perfectly imperfect. *Names, places and certain scenes have been altered to protect the identities of those involved. WARNING Contains abuse and neglect of a child, underage drinking, and drug use.
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