I dont know how long I've been staring at this mirror. Just looking over myself time and time again, nitpicking everything I do or involve myself in. Youd think with how much of a perfectionist I am I'd have perfected myself first. I've see a person that let their past shape them, I've seen myself refuse to acknowledge my hardships and let them make me better. I've nearly seen myself commit to a tragic end that wouldve broken more hearts than just my own. I've broken down and cried about my shortcomings nore than I can count. I've molded myself several times after the people I watch and listen to because I felt in order to be successful I had to be them, not myself. I'm gonna be honest... I've always held myself back. Not because of procradtination, not because I'm scared of commitment. I'm scared of the possibility of being wrong. What if I choose the wrong road and I'm not happy with it? I can't just hit the reset button. These q...