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One of my dear friends was explaining to me yesterday about how her father puts a lot of pressure on her to do well in school. Sometimes I believe she over exaggerates to what extent that is, considering I know her father well and from past experience it seems hard to fully believe. Anyway, I responded telling her that at least, if she wanted to, she could get away from his pressure sometimes and just not listen. Maybe not, I'm not her so I don't know her life, but still I was getting at how everyone in my life has told me to take it easy; just do the best I can and that's plenty good enough. I'm sick though, with a disease that's yet to have a diagnosis I've seen of what i think of as overachievement. At least my friend can get away from what her father is saying, but I can't run from my own thoughts pushing me to be better. I'm trying to not care as much, to just take things as they are, but it's hard when you can't escape that pounding thought if 'you could've done better if you had just...' I'm trying, but it's hard to be an overachiever. Other look at me and say I'm so lucky I'm smart. I look at others and think you're so lucky you're happy. You're lucky you can fall asleep at night without having your homework done. You're lucky you can go into a test not studying and not end up leaving the room crying because you don't know the answers. You're lucky you can make it through a day in general without crying. No, you're the lucky ones.