Who do I think I am to reach for something greater than mediocrity, when excellence is for the few, and I can barely lift myself out of bed in the morning? To disappoint others is one thing, but failing to make yourself proud does something tragic to the soul. I know for a fact that I am not what others think I am. Then again, who's really as great as what others perceive them to be. It's near impossible when their view of you is blurred and you're forced to see yourself for what you really are. Flaws and all. I know that I'm my biggest critic, but I never thought I'd fall this low. When I start to tell myself that I'm not who I thought, does that mean I've finally found rock bottom? Because I'm afraid that I'm not, and if I fall any lower, then I'm afraid I'll never be.
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