The Story Of DesireeDay,

I have Atelophobia, it's the fear of being imperfect. I cry, because i'm not a robot, my head and heart is full of deep thoughts most of which nobody will know.

To

take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, ‘tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish’d. To die, to sleep;