Fiction
I am not that good at this. Maybe I am not exceptional. Maybe I am just bad at things. I used to think that I was special and gifted. I wish I was great at something. I wish there was something that I could be proud of. Maybe I don't deserve the things that I do get either. There's this frustration here. I am just average now, no longer the smartest one in the class. And I hate it. https://linktr.ee/secretsinthedarkthepodcast --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/secrets-in-the-dark/message