First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes pushing a baby carriage. This is supposed to be the general outline of an adult life. But what happens if you can't even find love?
They told me I was smart, they told me that I was destined for greatness. All because I bubbled in correct answers on a standardized test. I understand that she said those things to motivate me, to push me onto the correct path. But all she really did was put an obscene amount of stress on a child’s shoulders. My teachers, family, and classmates looked at me like I was ‘advanced,’ and I believed it. I took every word that she said to heart and tried to be the prodigy that she painted me out to be. But what she forgot to forewarn me of is that every human inevitably has to fail.