THE SECOND BEST
This felt so wrong, amid of every achievements I had, I am still jealous of others. I'm jealous of how their smiles are genuine, how their eyes sparkles with only a simple words of congratulations. While me, I was so sick of it. Every 'Job Well Done', 'You are so smart,' and 'Congratulations,' equates to the feeling of me not being enough. That in order to be praised and respected once again, I have to work even harder. That I have to achieve more than I already had.
I'm so tired and sick of it, I am nothing. Can you hear me? I'm just a lousy second best, I can never be the first. When will I be?
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Her Soul: Diary Of A Burned Out Kid
RandomThis diary is written for my aching soul. A diary filled with my journey. Journey as a college student, a people pleaser, and an achiever full of pretensions.
