Thursday, May 5, 2011

Dear perfectionism,

I thoroughly loathe you. I want to cut off your appendages and eat them while you watch me and weep. I want to destroy you. I hate you I hate you I hate you.

You are an evil lover. You seduce me with your sweet success, and then you beat me late into the night. I want to murder you. My hate for you is so strong.

You know, though, that I will come back to you. You know that even as I write this, I won't leave you. I will return to you. I will always return.

But I hate you. I so throughly hate you.


  1. If it doesn't kill you, it'll only make you stronger.

  2. I might love the way you hate things

  3. the word verification for my last comment was "forks." I have never received such a word verification. I am posting again just to see what the next one will be.

  4. it was "unciol" not nearly as interesting