the feeling where i no longer belong anywhere anymore. the feeling which no matter where i go, i constantly feel like an outcast. eyes view me with a hint of dislike. the requirement for me to constantly hold back. if i had wept and told you how i really felt, would you be more accepting? or would you laugh it off as a farce. ultimately, im just someone to step on, aren't i? or is it simply because i was conveniently there at that moment?

everything happened because i was coincidentally there for the sake of convenience. the martyr indeed.



today marks the first day of the competition. i admit that i'm terrified because i'll somehow manage to slip up. i pray for no errors and for luck to smile upon the group for the entire competition.