My apologies, but was it bad to feel this way? Although this envy of mine was the reason why I keep working hard to get their recognition, I still can't help myself but to look at them in distant. It's making me think that maybe it's me who was in wrong, that I'm a blunt person which no one likes. Maybe they don't want to support me because of who I am, or maybe my works are just bland in their eyes.
As a pragmatic individual myself, I don't want to admit it, but it feels so sad specially if you think of them as your friends. What does my other friends had that I don't have, or maybe they don't think of me as a part of their? They support each other, but I got nothing. Was it because I don't show reciprocation?
Don't worry, you're more than enough. I am the only one I need. If they are stronger together, then be strong alone. If they are the pack of wolves, then be the lone bear in the wilderness. You just need to sit at the top of the food chain, alone in solitude, for that when you'll achieve what you desire.
- 6/29/24
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