dianavandane07
Working your ass off isn't for the weak.
And I say this with the utmost respect for anyone who's currently in a downwards spiral of self-destruction because of their dreams, their reputation, their glory, their career, etc. Working like your life depends on it because you don't know what you'd do without it, isn't healthy. I repeat! It. Isn't. Healthy.
As much as I wish for but luck and success for everyone and myself, nothing will come served on a silver platter, unless you're in the top one percentile of the population, of course.
Sometimes it seems like I'm the problem. Everyone around me seems to be doing fine. Good enough to get into their dream schools, good enough to make more than five figures. I can't help but fall behind.
It wasn't always like this, however. See in primary school I was the insufferable teacher's pet, correcting everything and getting A's on every assignment. At parent-teacher conferences, the teacher always said what a pleasure I was to have in the classroom, though I know she was just saying that because I would break down crying if I was anything less. But when I came to secondary school, the system had decided I had to change every single detail about myself. Not only physical. And, for what it's worth, sometimes changing is for the better, though a little voice tells me you should just let people develop at their own pace.