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Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Always know what you're worth, nothing less, nothing more.

I have grown up the youngest in my family.
People are often thinking, YOUNGEST?! pampered ah sial. Unreliable. Dependent. Weak.
For the most part, it's true.

But as the youngest, there is constant competition.
The constant need to prove that you're as smart as your sister. As pretty. As mature. As everything. It doesn't help that your elder sister is a paragon of good breeding and a genius to boot.

I am the youngest.
I am pampered. I am weak. I am dependent. But I also am just trying to prove my own worth.

It helps if the one you love stops bringing you down and starts to help you through it all. But that's wishful thinking on my part.