I started 2015 with a parcel of bless. My Brother will be here in about a week. Surely it will be a good month to start the year. I thought I could make it. Yet still my heart skip at the remmemberance of you. I tried my best to fake it. Somehow he knows my imperfection. Day by day I feel like I'm suffering from 'atelophobia'. Atelophobia :The fear of imperfection. The Fear of never being good enough. ---Read On---