What is it about me that makes me need to be the best? And when it becomes apparent that I'm not, I recoil and stop trying, seeing it as a useless endeavor? I used to love writing. Now I write and re-read and want to throw it out. Everything that comes to me now is crap. My words are stunted, knowing that mediocrity is the best I can do. Maybe it's
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