My handwriting represents me perfectly. Everyone says it’s really good and it looks super cute if you look at it the right way. Yet as I am writing it, I have an extremely tight grip on the pencil. I must have it look perfect. This tight grip hurts me, causing cramps and leaving marks on my fingers. But the handwriting is pretty so that’s all I care about.
However, when I do it for a really long time, it starts to get messier and I start to hurt more. It becomes harder to keep it perfect.
That’s how I approach life. I control every aspect of my self so I seem perfect, but I’m hurting myself in the process. Yet this is the only handwriting I know. When I try to loosen my grip, it looks stupid and you can barely read it. So, I keep my tight grip. I keep up my facade. Because being perfect is more important than being comfortable.