Academy Achievements
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"Academy achievements doesn't define who you are"
But for me academic achievements are my oxygen that I need so that I can breathe in a suffocating silent expectations, preasure, disapointments ang comparing myself to others.
If i fail II'I fall apart, but if i'm so smart, why am I so scared?
Im perceived to be smart, but im always afraid and never satisfiedwith what I've accomplished. Something inside me wanth more. Im always craving recognation, a title, a medal, a certificate, to feel reconized and valued. Deep down I feel like I'm not as great as I make my self as just an averageperson and that i will never be efortlessly smart. I feel so small insecure. I feel nothing without all of this.
What would happen if I didn't harder than usual? Believe me, I'm just an average person. An average can make prentending to be a superhuman.
I would sacrifice for sucess. I woul destroy myself for this title.
It's the only thing I have. Its make me who I am. And I would do anything just to get the
highest/best honorary title. I know even my self that im not effortlessly smart, just hard working and smart.
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