When you work for something for so long and you barely get it, but you watch someone who's worked for half the time get it before you, it stings. What's wrong with you? Why can't you just achieve that goal? Why can't you just beat the damn time and win the race? They did and hell, they didn't even work as hard or as long as you.
And when you try to explain that pain to someone else, they call you a bad sport. When you just need someone to vent to, they end up lecturing you on how you're feelings. I guess your feelings become invalid when you're having a moment. That's okay. No one will ever understand, so why make them try.
Alone.
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Alone
Short Storya place where I let my inner demons write a journal written by the darkest parts of me **marked mature because it's not pretty **random updates
