All this work will never be enough.
Jump from one disappearing block to the next. Just hope for a full second of solid ground. Time to think out the next move.
Too many people.
I am not the enemy.
Just a person trying to live something close to good.
"We gotta find these undercovers"
"YOU SHOULD BE SHOT"
"Somebody murder this freak for me"
"I don't think he should work here"
"What does he mean, we make HIM uncomfortable?"
The failures are always hard. It the empty achievements that get me. Win an award in school. A scholarship. Co-worker of the year. Knowing that it will not make a difference. They'll find out and forget I had any good qualities.
If I make it through the door.