I am the queen of letting people decide my mood or feelings about myself. It is a complete defect flaw. If I could change anything it would be this. It causes paranoia, flxations, and depression. And no amount of medication seems to subside this except when I was a zombie and didn’t care about anything. During these moments I miss my zombie days but days like today that were good I of course like my new med cocktail. But I am getting off topic. I think this is one reason I want to be perfect so I don’t disappoint people or have them not love me.