The f**k-up perfectionist

WRITING:
1. Who are you?
Who am I? I am a lot of things.
I’m a swimmer that can’t swim, an artist that can’t draw and a writer that can’t write. I’m a fighter that like to get hurt, a lover that doesn’t like to be touched, and the loudest silently voiced opinion you will ever hear.
I’m the overly self-conscious person that acts proud as hell. I act overly-confident so that others never suspect the flaws that sit underneath my skin. I can’t look in the mirror without feeling upset and wrong in my body, I’m a whole bunch of f**k-ups…but I have to f**k up to learn, and I learn so I can see my true perfection. Who am I?
The f**k-up perfectionist.
I’m the girl that use to have a million friends but is now struggling to hold onto the few I have left. I push people away. Who am I? I’m the loner that hates to be alone.
I’m the person who can’t stand up for herself .Who wants so much from life, but doesn’t have the courage to even reach out and try. I’m the coward.
Who am I?
I am Alexis.