The torture I enable myself to receive from this is inconceivable. Being surrounded by such talent, ability. Surrounded by people who have such futures panned out for them. It’s only a reminder of my own short-comings, thus creating a mutilating self awareness of my own inability. It’s the agony of a heart-wrenching chord progression. It’s a broach to my deepest complex. The very foundation of the loathing I taint myself in.
Being surrounded by such talent is an invitation for bitterness. An invitation for the envy that contaminates every fiber of my being.
I am a desperado for their level of fulfillment. And my efforts to be like them have disintegrated with the realization that no amount of work would even level me, even make me half that accomplished.
My miniscule achievements are lost in the iridescence of your virtuosity. My achievements are forgotten in the presence of yours.
About the Creator
Ana Marynska
I've been writing for a while but never thought it would amount to anything. Figured I would share some stuff :)
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