Speaking for your piece.

 I wanna speak for me piece sometimes, but that never happens. Say for example, there's an answer I know in a question asked in school, but I'm always afraid I'm gonna get it wrong. I never raise my hand when I know it, so when the right answer was something I knew, I throw myself apart and just remember that this doesn't matter anymore. I'm afraid to fail, I'm afraid to look bad, I care about what others think of my mental image. But they don't care, I'm just destroying myself.

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