I do more than I admit to, for the sake of avoiding looking pompous. I am actively concerned of what others think of me, while carrying myself with an air of confidence to conceal my insecurities. I'm dangerously modest, in order to prevent myself from redeveloping into the kind of person I was in the past decade, however this is a conflict because I've also become someone who is so fucking atrophetic, that I no longer have the ambitions to fulfill the achievements I once possessed. I am heart-broken, yet satisfied. I seek attention, while refusing to provide it in return. I challenge everything that is of the status-quo, try to instill alternatives, and desire to foster that is positive. However, admittedly it's all getting harder each day, and I'm finding I lack the fervor to bother engaging, and instead find myself recoiling away, to dwell in my own bitterness.
I do what I can, even if it seems that there is very little I can do. I suppose if I have a positive impact on even one person during my course, I can say, that it has been worth it.
And, of course... I love Goats.
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