I feel as though I've made excuses for the people around me because I painted a picture I wanted to see. It was a narrative that I created but I realized after the pen dropped I picked my head up and looked forward. All my life I grew up without anyone cheering me to the finish line. Everyone needs those kind of people. But I realized that even the people that I am around still don't cheer me on. I've been so consumed on what they thought that I never considered what I thought and now I'm stuck. It's easier said than done to push for your dreams. I'll still move forward but it's painful because it's like the child in the darkness clawing it's way out.
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