The pressure to be perfect

Dere has always been a big part of me dat was scared to fail in da eyes of ma parents. It has always been like dat since I was a lil kid. When I was 9 y.o. nd had ma first 6 out of 10, I was so scared to let ma mom sign da evaluation card. I was hiding in da garden for most of da day, too afraid to enter da house. Since den nuffin much changed. I'm still dat lil kid when it comes to telling thangs dey aint gon like. Want to introdce ma guy to 'em. But dey dunno dat I have one nd I have no idea how I can tell it. Yesterday I've been telling maself "Today you gon tell em during lunch" nd when I was at da table, I just sat dere nd stared in front of me. I just couldnt get any sound out of ma mouth. Its not a world shocking event but still I cannot tell 'em. Afraid of a bad reaction or even worse, an ultimatum. So now I am all stressed out nd its clearly visable. I barely have skin problems nd now I have a huge pimple on ma nose. He'll have to accept me with it cause I doubt it will be gone before Friday. Wish it was already Monday so its all said and done. Anyway, wish me luck.

Vive en Amor

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Amor Fati