I realized that life is not perfect this weekend. I am the type of person where I strive for everything to be perfect, but that is impossible. Eventually you break down and realize that you have to roll with life. I have been so frustrated with myself lately, that I finally broke down to my mom last night. The thing that is the hardest for me is dwelling on the past. I let people and events that happened in my past still affect me today. It is so hard. I would give up anything to not be haunted by these things, but each day they are still there in the back of my mind. I ask myself how can one person affect my life so much. I hate it and get frustrated by it. I understand that life is not easy, every day. I wish i just had a magic eraser to delete these things.