Losing hours of sleep
Hours of my life
Over things that don't matter,
Won't matter in a few years time.
Why?
Why must you torture me in such a way?
Why,
Why must you make me fall in love with it, the feelings of achievement and acceptance,
Only to break my heart when I fall subpar?
When I'm a B-grade,
Grade leveled,
Average
Disappointment.
Why is anything less than perfect disappointing?
Why am I losing sleep over this?
Why am I losing my life over this?
Apr 2, 2025
Apr 2, 2025 at 11:43 PM UTC
Losing hours of sleep
Hours of my life
Over things that don't matter,
Won't matter in a few years time.
Why?
Why must you torture me in such a way?
Why,
Why must you make me fall in love with it, the feelings of achievement and acceptance,
Only to break my heart when I fall subpar?
When I'm a B-grade,
Grade leveled,
Average
Disappointment.
Why is anything less than perfect disappointing?
Why am I losing sleep over this?
Why am I losing my life over this?
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