Middle school had me drowning in my own failure, and once it was through I was quick to submerge the experience to the depths of my subconscious beyond recollection. Experiences of all kinds were the result of lethargic inactions conducted under the impression that it would all arrive together effortlessly, in such a fashion that fled my influence like the alignment of planets. I often wondered if it would be once again permissible to resume my academic prestige now that Marc had become stricken with an undefined illness. Since my abilities were not in symphony with the court of public appeal, I continued to believe that a lazy stupor was the only way to achieve a bearable social status.
None of the personalities I tried to assume truly brought about any signs of alteration; however they did successfully mask my true feelings. To allow my peers to jeer at my ignorance to such an extent that they had found difficult to believe to be stored in a single mind, was just the nudge necessary to provide me with the incentive I needed to remove the shackles of a self-induced oppression.
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