Conundrum

Feeling suffocated from myself inside these days.I am strangled by my own ideas, my beliefs, my expectations from myself and everyone around me.I order myself to be perfect on what i care,and if the results turn out to be disappointed,i'm almost defeated.

So in order to be perfect,i would take over all the tasks of others.I draft the guidelines,arrange jobs,pour myself into practical operation,and do all the tiny work trying my utmost.I used to having 28 hours a day now,and hope to have the super ability that i divide into many.

Anyhow,i still don't know what i'm busy with,what i wanna harvest and what the hell i earned by these.

Maybe i just simply wanna be perfect.That's exactly the excuse,a good one.