I'm not perfect.
No one ever is.
I know people have so many expectations of me.
However, I think that if they want to see me to do something, they should imagine themselves doing it first.
I wish all life's pressures would cease.
At least for a moment... just one moment.
Leaving me in complete silence.
Giving me time to think and live for myself.
Not for so many others.
I can't give myself to anyone, because I just can't.
Like I said... I'm not perfect.
I don't have perfect hair or perfect eyes.
I don't have perfect thoughts or perfect feelings.
I don't have a perfect home or a perfect family.
I'm not a perfect model or a perfect actress.
I can only be perfect to myself, and I can't even do that.