trapped by perfection.

i am trapped by perfection. like a plant grown genetically tortured into a rarefield pattern of growth, i have no room for mistakes, bad ideas and a wrong decision.

but i live in a state of exhausting flux, where there is no such thing as a flat tableau - emotionally, mentally or physically - where anything can happen.

reynaldo cruz (a criminology graduate who opted to settle for a number of family businesses) and susan cruz (a certified public accountant who earns more or less a million per month) are certainly real and they express in their work a very genuine aspect of reality. but in another sense, they are expected to have children as nearly perfect as they are.

in a world where my parents' images are frightenly perfect, what's an ordinary girl to do?

i never planned to disappear. my goal was a modest one: to be perfect (just like them). but something, some unexpected thing went wrong.