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I've always been dead set on providing for myself. There has always been a deep determination that I believed to be the sole factor driving me toward my ultimate goal. When I got older, however, I realized that same driving force I believed to be me was actually a fear of failure.
When you put the whole world on a map, everything seems so close together, like nothing could ever be too far to travel. Plans are easily the same, when placed on paper, it seems like you are undefeatable, as though there would be nothing that you couldn't conquer. In real life, things are a little bit trickier. Everything is easier on paper.
Your heart is crushed. You can't believe she would do such a thing. An act of betrayal so heinous you didn't believe that she were capable. With her childish innocence, her angelic features, you wouldn't have believed it if you hadn't seen it first hand. Seen the damage for yourself. Seen her inflict it with a bat of her long lashes and a malicious grin.
The numbers of the digital clock glared at me. They were judging me. Condemning me to another day of tired-eyed mediocrity. It was well past the hour where obtaining adequate sleep was achievable. Yet another day spent in a blurry-eyed daze.
The wooden basket was woven together by hand. The immaculate detail was enough to leave any one standing in the center of the market, staring at it, in awe. The old woman's knobbly hands were aged with work.
There was something in his eyes as he stared at me. He liked me, sure he did. But. There was always a but. And I couldn't be what he needed me to be. I could never be her. And that was the biggest disappointment of all.
A banner, strings pulled between the rafters decorated the gym as the adolescent bodies packed in. Puberty had made us all inarguably aware of the fact that we were inept. Little pawns in the game of life, and we had no say in what was to come.
She was stalking toward me. My heart was in my throat as I watched her, her eyes fixated on mine. She was breathtaking, but frightening. The clank of her heels against the hard wood was enough to send shivers down my spine. She was eying me the way a hunter eyes it's prey. I was the prey.