addicted to
i'm not here to win
i'm here to leave a legacy
it's the passion that drives you
endorphins
pain
exhaustion
chasing this insane dream
perfection
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guestbook
sometimes people need their own space you know? as much as you say you mean well, it feels like you are ripping my face- my very identity, off my skin. yes i know, ouch.
i should not care. but you are taking over my life. can't you just let me have the little i have left of it? you have so much already, can't you just be contented? and quit trying to snatch everything for yourself?
i want to say i am misreading all of this. but you keep doing it, over and over again. yes, you are a billion times better than me. okay? satisfied? does everything have to be a race to see who is the best??
i am sad and i wish i could disappear. life is crazy. studying is driving me nuts. i want to live by the road side and die of starvation. actually.. i would prefer to exercise until i drop dead.
i think being sleep deprived is not good for oneself.