Because I am not Perfect

Recently I have been taught a lesson in humility. Having other people to think I'm perfect is not okay. Choosing not to correct this perception or allowing myself to think it is much much worse. Therefore I feel I must admit some mistakes I have made, and am making. Not because I am in anyway proud of them, but because acknowledging the existence of faults is important in striving to correct them. I think the reason I don't usually confess is because these are things everyone has done, and I don't want to be like everyone else. But I am like everyone else, because I am not perfect, because I am human. So, to begin, I am a good liar. I am prideful. I have a Savior complex. I always want to be right. I am controlling. I have led dual lives. I often fight with those around me. I speak when I should listen. I fall too hard, too fast. Sometimes I just go through the motions. I have a tainted integrity. I have cheated on a test. I have gossiped. I have gone behind a friend's back. I have many irrational fears. I understand the struggles of depression. I can empathize with the pain of addiction. I know the self esteem and self image issues just as well as everyone else. I have not evaded doubts, or jealousy or hatred. I have not kept all my promises. I have been careless, insensitive and selfish. I have placed myself on a pedestal, and sometimes I just need the reminder that I'm not perfect.