A pressure to be perfect.

Looks don’t matter.

Feelings dont matter.

The satisfaction of getting an opportunity.

If I cant be like you, im a faliure.

Getting a B, is like losing a part of me.

I’ve failed.

Getting a 90%?

Not good enough.

Why cant I be like my brother.

I wish grownups understood.

I wish I could enjoy my life.

All I have to worry about is getting good grades.

Seems like an impossible thing.