I've just realised there's still a small part of me that has believed I could actually be perfect one day.. But that's not possible! And I don't need to be

As a kid, I blamed myself for my parents' problems - I reckoned if I could be different, better, more 'perfect', my dad would have cared about me and my mum wouldn't have been so sad all the time..

But that was completely out of my hands - what they were, are, felt, did.. That was and is completely about them. Same goes for everyone else. I don't need to be perfect for anyone! If people want to be with me, they will be - if not, they hopefully won't even try, and I don't want them!

It's all cool