like butter spread over too much bread

There is too much pressure. Too many expectations. Pressure to succeed, pressure to be smart, pressure to make money, pressure to perform. Sometimes I just want to be mediocre. But with that I d lose face. Having face is not suppose to be all that important, but in fact it is. It s one of those paradoxes; hypocritical, do as I say, not as I do. I don t know how I d face my parents, my family, my friends, my teachers, and the other people around me without it. I don t have that kind of courage. I give up. You win. It was just too much.Dreams are like rainbows, only idiots chase them.


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