Measuring Success
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A strong feeling of desire or whole heartedly being sustained by obtaining something peculiar crawls beneath my skin.
I woke up one morning from an indefinable dream of my life going astray. So I sit up right pensively thinking of what I will become, hence my thoughts are governed by a state of "difference". I now am eager more than ever to make a change. I dress up because of my persuasive and diverted mentality to see what the day has to hold
My school day hasn't resumed in a thrilling way as my optimism. Coincidentally it was the beginning of a new erm and the educators were announcing each learners mark of the previous term. I am slightly discouraged by my disapproving marks. I felt my heart sink as the lessons dragged through the day. I felt like I just wanted to crawl beneath a rock and cease to exist.
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The following days followed with little passion it seemed to go a bit more swifter than the days before. Every
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He's like a machine. He hates to be touched. He hates anything to be non-sanitized. He can't stand human emotion. He fakes a personality, just to seem okay. He hates technology, but is nothing without it. He's a professor to the class, but supposed to be a student. He teaches the same thing everyday, but was meant to be there only to learn. And then he loses control, unable to be a machine any longer, he begins to realize worshiping technology is nothing but a curse. He holds the life of an introvert, the life of a mad man, and he admits to it. All of it. ~~ "You're useless. Nothing but a controlled soul in a shell of a body." "Then just label me a machine, there is nothing more insane than that."
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