Everything has to be perfect

I will never be satisfied, all of the things myself had cried, a heavy heart was often brought daily, for life can no longer return it reversely. I regret the stupidities, All of my crucial duties, I could've done them perfectly, only if I was thinking rightly. I refuse the possession of just being average, for it is like a half-filled beverage, less relevant and made incompletely, that won't enable my eyes to shine brightly, since vital deeds must be done flawlessly.