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[simplyeclectic]

I can feel the weight of my decisions,
and lack thereof,
slowly crushing me into oblivion.

Even the pain it causes
is not enough to make me
ask for help.

No.
I can't ask for help.
The illusion of strength is far too important.
Damn my pride.
For it is my pride that is killing me.

I know what you all are thinking.
You want me to ask for help.
Do you not realize
that there is no one to ask?

I'm on my own.
I'm all alone.

I shudder to think what will become of me.
So many hopes
so many dreams
and they're all going to waste.
Will I ever accomplish anything?

Failure.
Such a scary thought,
but it is a very real concept.

Mediocrity.
Worse than failure,
in my opinion,
and it is what I am becoming.
Forever destined to be mediocre.