Kimini33
I am plagued with the thought that I am not good enough to work in the industry that I love. But I know that I can do it, I just have to believe in my ability to do great things, even if people may say that I don't know how to do it. I know that I can and I will and nothing will ever stop me.
I feel like a weakling when I am not in the present, when I am not focused on the task at hand, when I am not viable and useful towards others. I am a creature of kind acts and I try to do what everyone wants me to do, and if I don't, I feel like a failure as a human being and as a friend and as a person. Help me. I hate that.
Sentenced. Sentenced. That is all that he could think about. The sweat dripped off of his leather cheek as he stood there, looking helplessly out the window, contemplating his next move. No sooner did he feel the pressure did he arch back, and leap through the glass, breaking his arm in two places. He had to get out of there.
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