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As the sun sets over U.A. High, casting an orange glow across the campus, I find myself alone in my dorm room. The weight of my anger and obsessive thoughts presses heavily on my mind. I clench my fists, feeling the familiar surge of frustration building up inside me. It's time to fuck with the storm within.
Why can't I control this anger? I have no clue, I ask myself this everyday, every morning, every night, constantly. It's like a never-ending explosion in my head, consuming my thoughts and clouding my judgment. I've always prided myself on being the best, but lately, it feels like my own emotions are holding me back, you know?
I glance at the mirror hanging on the wall, my reflection staring back at me with a mix of determination and hatred. My fists tremble, the need for perfection gnawing at me, fueling my OCD( I actually don’t believe I have that, just some shit the doctor made up for sympathy points) tendencies. Every move, every action, has to be flawless, or else I feel like I've failed. Let me tell you that I’ve failed A LOT so get get used to this shitty speech.
But deep down, beneath this tough, cool, bad ass exterior, there's a sadness that lingers. It's a sadness born from the pressure to always be strong, to never show weakness. It's like a storm cloud that follows me wherever I go, casting a shadow over my every step. I think I get it from that old hag but I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s from the old man.
Sometimes, in the quiet moments when I'm alone, I let myself feel it. The weight of the world on my shoulders, the fear of not living up to everyone's expectations. It's overwhelming, suffocating even. But I can't let it consume me. I won't let it define who I am, because i am NOT weak.
I know I push people away, my sharp words and explosive outbursts creating a barrier between me and those who care. It's a defense mechanism, a way to keep them at a distance. But deep down, I crave connection, understanding, and support. Ew scratch that that made me almost fucking throw up everywhere.
Let’s just say I want to.. win? No. prove?! Yes! I want to prove to others that I am not weak and I will surpass anything and everything to show that.