Summary of a fucking second chance

I spent a year getting my spirit crushed slowly before there was a glimmer of hope. Finally, I can prove that it wasn’t due to me not having the ability to do it.


 But it wasn't enough.


 I really thought that I’d be better. I thought I’d be good enough. I want to believe I am. Instead, the opinions of the outsiders are tearing down faster than I can build up. I don’t do bad things on purpose. I want to make everyone like me I want to make everyone happy. No matter what I do, I upset people. Every time I take a step forward, more stones get thrown at me. The cruelest trick was when I thought that they stopped throwing rocks. I thought it was over, that it would be different. Maybe they were even cheering me on. Turns out their aim was off just enough for me to forget what it felt like to be hurt. 

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