My insecurities are sinking me like heavy weights to the bottom of this cesspool called life. I reach to the surface frantically, while violently drowning day after day... A little deeper with each descent... A little darker each time... I'm afraid one day, I will never recover, and I will be a permanent fixture at this murky bottom. Each day I seem to float to the top, but I drift aimlessly, until I am suddenly sucked down again. I can feel the breath leave me as the light disappears behind the muddy water. If I could just reach the shore, I would drift and drown no more... If only...
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It's crazy that you feel this way when you are not perceived this way. I met a girl at a baby shower last week. She was wearing her Virginia College scrubs and I said, "Oh I have a friend who teaches there." Of course that led to you and her face lit up. She said that she didn't know you personally but she knows who you are. She went on to say how all of the students love you and she wished she could have a class with you. I don't think she needed a coding class for her degree. But she just went on and on about you.
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