My family is amazing, supportive and loving. I realise that no one will ever care about me as much as they do and love me so much in spite of my countless flaws. I am really fond of them. That's why when I feel lonely, I also feel guilty - I shouldn't feel this way. I still do.
But sometimes I can't keep noticing how different we are and it's not only the gap between generations. Well, I do not speak about my Mom, we have quite a lot of similar features (not talking about the physical appearance!).
And this difference is not always works as my advantage because I keep wondering from whom I inherited my unhealthy perfectionism. Or maybe it's still my advantage?
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