My insecurity makes everything else weak. All I can see is people making fun of me, looking down on me, and giving me no opportunities. Every single day, I cannot back myself up the way my sister is doing. As an older brother, I cannot even see myself as a proper person. Still, I fight. A hundred more times, and I still choose to fight. Gradually, the inferiority complex will eat me to the bone, I acknowledge. And how pathetic; she sees that in my eyes. She knows. Even so, I will live up to your expectations. I will.

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