I'm not that perfect.

Perfect.
Is there such a thing?
I ask this question again.
And, again, I get no answer...

Some want my life, because they infer it's the best life in town.
You know, the big house, lots of money, great parents.

But, no.

That's not how it is. Our house is big, but it's empty. Very empty. We don't have lots and lots of money. We're having trouble with the I.R.S., in fact. My parents are nice, but I hardly see my dad because he's a doctor and always on call, and both my mom and dad expect me to be perfect.

Just like my sister.

My sister has straight A's and she does sooo many activities. She's sooooo perfect. The perfect example.

Perfect.

Perfect.

Just. Freaking. Perfect.

Even though they don't say it, there are ways people can imply things without word. They put so much pressure on me I feel like I will be crushed soon. When they look at my A and B report card, they say, "You can do better than this."

But who said I have to do my best.

That card is my normal tries.

Shouldn't every parent be proud?

Look, now I made myself cry.