Last night, I stood outside, under cover as the snow fluttered down.
With my hot chocolate in my hands, I watched.

It was nice, and I never realised how much I liked snow.
Dancing and whirling down.. until it touches the ground..
Where it is then stepped on; a dark mark, no longer white.

I stare.
How I despise the snow on the ground.

I drink. I finish. I step out into the cold.
The snow turns to slush beneath me, even more fall upon me.
I walk towards my ride. It is time to go home.

So I was in the shower just a few minutes ago, when it dawned on me that I cannot do everything perfect. Mind you, it has occurred to me long ago that *insert infamous phrase* "nobody is perfect." (PS: What an ego boost, that is)
But, perhaps subconsciously, I believed that I could achieve the status of perfection. And I have failed my subconscious mind.

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It's a depressing topic, fits in with the mood perfectly though..
I was going to rant about something else, but nah, I've already spent too much time on this XP