I used to have big dreams like everybody. Owning guitars and cars and houses and businesses. Helping friends when they needed it, helping those less fortunate, maybe start some charitable works. But over the years I started shaving them down to a more realistic version. Now, all I dream about is ascending myself to poverty stricken. Just a crappy apartment, a can of ravioli and my guitar.
What does it say about a person when mediocrity is an unattainable goal? My whole life I've done the right thing for the most part. I definitely made some mistakes, but I paid for them many times over. I put in the work to try and make a writing career, but apparently the internet instinctively knows I'm not destined to ascend to any level. I'm a kind person, always willing to help. I don't hurt people or diminish them, but I'm always overlooked and dismissed.
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