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Walking up a flight of stairs had never been so difficult and nerve-racking. I was nervous, something I'm usually not. I had never been so self-conscious before. And yeah, I make a fool of myself so often that making one here wouldn't have been a surprise. But that was something I was fearing. Of all the places why did this one make me feel like I wasn't allowed to be myself here.

ME.. A crazy person, someone who didn't give a damn about what people said, someone who knew how to be happy, someone who didn't need reasons to be that way either, someone who knew how to live life and make it worthwhile, someone who had a purpose to fulfill and someone who had a life to live.

But I was leaving that identity behind with every step I took. Something about the place made me feel like I didn't want to be talked about. If at all, not without appreciation. Why did i feel like I had to make my presence felt as someone worth the effort? Why did I feel like I had no choice but to score the goal. If I did, I knew nothing could stop me from being the next big thing. But what if I missed? I would be just another face in the crowd, trying to make my place in this world so I wouldn't be overlooked.

OVERLOOKED.. Something I've never wanted to be. I want to be known for the right reasons. I don't want to be envied for having the best, but for having things that even the BEST don't.

THE BEST.. Something I'm not sure exists. because every time I look up to what is supposedly the best, something else comes along to make my dreams even more impossible.

But I'm going to keep dreaming, keep working towards what I know I DESERVE. And thats something NO ONE can stop me from doing. Not even this place. Not even that flight of stairs. Nothing..