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People talk about being different, or weird, or unique, but very few people can actually achieve that. And if they can, what's the point? In a couple 100 years, no one will remember the likes of Marie Curie, The Beatles, or Steve Jobs, they sure as hell are not going to remember someone for being slightly different.
Hello. I'm Abigail Esparza as you can tell, I'm not exactly a ray of sunshine. This is just one of my thoughts that rampage about my head around the time I'm about to go to bed. Normally, when these ideas pops up, I just talk to someone to distract me. For example, my boyfriend. When I call them for this reason, I tend not to tell them the reason of why I decided to call. Mostly because I'm not in the mood for a heart to heart or being judged, but my friends don't really ask so it's not a hard secret to keep.
Does she actually want to be average and normal or will she try to do something different with the possibility of failing?
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