I don’t feel so good

Sometimes knowing people want you to fail spurs you on to succeed, the obverse of that being when you realise quite how far you've internalised their diminished expectations of you and how far their hatred, rather than being something that motivates you to carry on if only to spite them, has just been feeding the same emptiness that drew you to them in the first place.

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