I desire to be classified. Incorrect. I desire to be understood, to be forgiven for the mistakes I have made, and to be praised for what I have achieved, because I am human, and the human nature is social.

I long for the listener that can understand my words. I long for the speaker that can spell out my thoughts. I long for someone, someone who does not exist, because I am a perfectionist, on myself and on others.

I punched a hole in my heart that nobody, including myself, can ever mend. Or can I?