I was sitting on my bed in the afternoon today when my mum came back home. She asked me, "What's wrong with you? Why are you looking emo?".

Haha... Perhaps I really was...

I think that I am still perhaps a perfectionist inside of me. I want my life to be beautiful, not even a shade of grey. No, I can't accept that. Perhaps that's what making me so sad and emo... That my life wasn't the way I wanted it to be...

I want a beautiful life. Will I achieve it in the end? Or do I get a beautiful lie?