Right, I forgot you don't care about shit. You just care that I don't spend every waking millisecond studying my ass of to be picture perfect for you. You tell me it's not for you, it shouldn't be for you but then you tell me to aim for perfect. What happens if I don't want perfect? What then? Do I fail you? No. Then, my standards aren't high enough and that's wrong. To who?? You!
I'm so fuckin screwed and I know it. I don't need you to rub it in my face.