Sometimes you want to do something really badly. You want to do it perfectly. You are so scared of not doing it perfectly that you avoid it – knowing that every day that it remains undone is another way you are not doing it (perfectly).
So now it’s to a point that it is beyond about doing it perfectly. Now it’s at a point that it is a mess. Now you are letting people down and messing around with future lives.
Now you can safely say that you have failed.
I am sorry.
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