I feel so choked up, so badly bruised.


Yeah, hurt, deep down inside. Maybe a lil on the outside too. Maybe I went overboard. But you didn't have to do that. & Now I'm hurting. & Maybe, just maybe, you're insensitive enough not to realise.


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I came to a point of realization. A point of revelation. That I can never be good or meet up to expectations no matter how hard I try. Because there will always be her to overshadow me. She can play the piano, and I was useless, gave up at grade 2. She can do Math like it's a pastime, but I hate it. & I'm the one who influences her, who makes her bad. It's always my fault, right?



She's everything I'm not. & I will never be, no matter how hard I try.


Sometimes, tears don't solve the problem. It just makes it worse.