Wearing that pair of dirty old leather loafers had at the very least pruned away at least half of my ego. I guess that's what it is, self-confidence, something that cannot be actually conferred unto by others but must in fact originate from oneself. To feel confident is to feel good about yourself, and tonight, HAHA I sure fucking did.
But I couldn’t help but wonder if this was enough; if I could actually be capable of achieving more than this meagre sum I had on my platter, if I could at least soar high enough to claw at the clouds.
Nonetheless, the walk to collect my certificate had me shake with trepidation and anxiety. Maybe it was the shoes I thought. Ugly shoe would evidently result in shame and humiliation. But alas, the epiphanic moment hit me when my mind was taking a short but necessary respite just before my body hyper-ventilated and the neuron-circuitries began shutting down itself. Yes, the problem had all along been about......
:) To say for the very least, I was, am and still very satisfied with myself.
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And of course, it goes without saying how fucking beautiful you were tonight~
-Zarae.NightOfAppraisel.
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