Sanders Sides One - shots

Must. Keep. Going.

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Tears welled in my eyes as I looked at my drawing, which was covered in faded marks of the attempted goes at sketching the plant before me.

'Stupid'

Why did I think I could even draw? I make a fool of myself every time I put pencil on paper, I will never be good enough.

'Stupid'

What was the point of chasing my delusional dreams of a career based off one the the many things I thought I could never achieve?

'Stupid'

Why should I make such a big deal of this? People are going through much worse than you, you aren't wanted to show your emotions to anybody, so keep them sealed.

'Stupid'

The voice inside my head keeps repeating one word. And it's right. I am stupid for believing in myself. Look at all the people that CAN do something. They have got talent. You have nothing.

'Stupid!!'

I am now chanting along with it. It's echoes grow louder as I clutch my chest. But my heart... my heart always makes a stand.

"Lisen to me, you can do this be proud of your work. You WILL get better~"

"STUPID"  The voice screamed "THEY WILL NEVER GET BETTER. YOU WILL NEVER ACHIEVE ANYTHING!"

I sniffed. How weak. I swallowed down the lump in my throat. That's right, keep it to yourself. I chucked my sketched book in the bin. Nobody needs to know. I ran a hand through my hair, and blinked the tears back furiously.

"You are strong. Remember that. You haven't stopped before... why stop now~?"

"Logan!" Roman called from the living room, "Come here, Specs!" I took a deep breath in and exited the room.

"You Must. Keep. Going.~"

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Based on my very recent events.

Oh and it's my B-Day.