I don’t know what it is that I wanted to make up for but I always wanted to work as hard as I can at anything I do. If I were to be remembered as somebody I wanted to be remembered as someone so great. I don’t even know what it is to be great but I just want be best at everything.
I always volunteered myself for projects that were nearly impossible. I thrived on earning credits for being the first person to accomplish something. However, the truth because I was so busy running I’ve never truly knew what I wanted. I constantly felt restless and nothing could ever make me feel satisfied.
I was that perfectionist that ever so apologetic for inevitably being imperfect. By this time… no one really doubted my skills or intelligence. However, feeling of being nothing an alien haunted me. If I am an alien I must have super natural power! That was kind of the idea. I guess.
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