Being a perfectionist sometimes sucks.

Aaaarrrgggg. Sometimes I just hate myself. If you're a perfectionist, you probably know what I mean...

I just can't stand being so competitive sometimes. Like...I worry too much. I don't even know if this even makes sense. Maybe a couple examples might help.

Okay, so I used to be a tad chubby, k? And even though people tell me I look great, I still think about being chubby, and I see it in the mirror. But I know it's not there, and it confuzzles me. It's not a very serious issue, because sometimes I see how I really am, but then stupid mind rears up again. Jhkjfftfdrcyy talk about irritating.

I guess that's not the best example.

So how about my Astrid cosplay? I'm proud of it, but whenever I see another good Astrid cosplayer, I completely overanalyze it. I have this constant feeling that I have to, have to, have to be the best. And it ticks me off that this is a quality I have.

That was a long and pointless rant...