Lemon Marrange

Nothing is perfect, it's true. Most have come to live with this
fact, not me. I can't get over it. It's just overwhelming and so *****
annoying that no matter what happens, I will never be perfectly
satisfied. My own god damn brain isn't perfect because I don't even
know the hell it is I want. I can't put it into words. It's something
beyond words, something non- existent, it's perfection, absolute,
brilliant, shining ***** perfection which will never be seen by me or
you or anyone. It won't even exist. It is so damn annoying to me
because I just can't get passed it, it never leaves me even though it
has never even been with me (remember, it can't exist).
I guess the thing most close to perfection for me is Lemon Marange Pie.
Is that strange? I feel like it should be something else like love or
happiness or family or etc. but it isn't, it's pie. Does that make me
shallow or deep? Regardless, it's perfection *(not actually, it's just
close)