Cause Im Not Perfect Novels & Stories

I nod my head and start getting ready. I have known sadness, grief, and guilt. But losing someone. Never. The makeup lays bare in front of me. My fingers stop over the concealer. But they don't hold it. As if, telling me to lay all my emotions naked. Being perfect is a standard I have always gone for. Today I would change it. I would show the imperfections. Because they are the ones that make me more alive.

Because the reason for my roses is you. Just so you can let me call you mine....! Just so you can let me call you mine....! Just so you can let me call you mine....! ...I know that unlike you, I'm not a perfect person... But there's one thing I can do for you that no one else will do Wishing you can see what I'm capable of doing for you So I need you to know.... That despite not being perfect, I want to bring perfection for you Being able to change who I am

I disliked it because it made me feel exposed in front of him and everyone else. What made it difficult was that it never addressed my issues. It simply enhanced it. “If I were you, I wouldn’t have gotten myself into this mess in the first place.” Naturally, he would express that. Interestingly, I would also find myself making the same statement. I wondered if I was a perfectionist, striving for perfection in everything I did, regardless of the circumstances. That is why whenever I want to achieve something, I won’t give up if I don’t get the result I wanted.

"A constant struggle to be perfect and always feeling like I'm not enough, a nightmare of hearing him defile Mom every night and pretending like I don't hear a thing, killing innocent people and constantly lying to my mom about it." "Is that why you always want to be perfect?" She asked, her voice soft. "No." I said instantly before realising that it might have stemmed from there. "Maybe. It's just...it's drilled into my head ever since I can remember. That an Alpha cannot be anything less than perfect. That’s why I always hold myself to such a high regard, I disappoint myself before anyone else like that and it helps me become better. It's a constant pressure but truthfully, it's challengin

Chimamanda couldn't take it any longer, so she took a sick leave and went home early. She hated looking soft or vunerable to people and it pisses her off when someone tries to pity her. She cursed herself for being so nervous and leaving work early. "It's just a date Chimamanda and Ryan, is like every normal guy you go on a date with, everything is going to end tonight after a make-out session. Stop being a weak girl, be a strong woman, you can do it". She chided herself on her way home from work. When she got home, she had her bath, changed into something comfy, ate lunch and settled down to review some paperwork from the office before the time for her date.

I loved her compliments and praises, who wouldn't, but it's just better she knows I am neither a saint nor a perfectionist, I'm just plain old me, with lots of empty skeleton in my cupboards that might make her dislike me a lot if she got to know what I have done. "Oh, your so humble, ofcourse dear I am quite aware that no one is perfect, we can only try to make something of ourselves with the little opportunity we have. The part that upsets me is when you have been hit hard by circumstances but still remain at the same point you were after some years have gone by, you come up with a stupid reason to justify your action, claiming that a mate is what is supposed to complete you and every othe

My friends expect you to overcome because of so many achievements but none of them guaranteed that you would stay, none of my words convinced you to be here. I lift my body from the sand feeling the grains crumbling and out of sheer selfishness I wish you were feeling this way, I don't want to be the only one missing something so perfect. This is our flaw - we are too perfect for each other, unable to deal with glaring defects, holding each pain in our throats just to maintain mistrust instead of building something solid between us.

I started cursing myself for not being around him when he needed me the most. "I wanted a perfect life partner for myself. Your mom was perfect but she could never bear my perfection. So as Nova. Throughout my whole life, I learned a lesson. Two perfect people can never end up together, neither a perfect nor an imperfect person. Both need to be equally imperfect" Why does it feel so good now? While Hearing him like this my pain reduces a bit.

That question hit deeper than it should’ve. I didn’t answer right away. Instead, I looked at her for a long time, trying to figure out if this was Sera, the project I once saw her as, or Sera who now … slept in my room, wore my shirt, and that necklace I gave her. “All the time,” I finally said. “Then why not try to relax just a little?” “Because I can’t. I grew up believing perfect was the bare minimum.” She shifted and faced me. Her hand reached out, tracing my jawline, then my upper arm. “It’s okay not to be perfect all the time.”

"That's fine. That's who you are. That's who you've always been." _*]:min-w-0"> "Then why am I here?" _*]:min-w-0"> I reach for the dish towel, dry my hands with slow, deliberate movements, buying time I don't have. "Because—" I start, then stop, then force myself to continue. "Because you have a damn perfectionism tendency and you don't want to waste any unplanned costs." _*]:min-w-0"> The words are mean. I know they're mean even as they're leaving my mouth.