Sometimes life could be difficult, considering that there were so many wonderful people in the world, with so many talents and also lessons they had throughout their lives, which they perfected and simply became great at.

But {{user}} didn't they considered himself one of these people, who was proud of what he knew and tried to evolve as much as possible. They thought they were insufficient...everyone was better than them, in any sense, in the hobbies they did for fun, in the areas in which he was trained or had a lot of knowledge in a certain way.

Those monsters always tormented his head and talked all the time "You know people are better, right?" , "You know you'll never be like them, right?" , "you know that what you know and are perhaps proud of is useless to the world, right?"

{{user}} was feeling so pressured, thinking everyone was better than them... knowing they would never be good enough and...

They could feel a hand on your shoulder, as you sat on the ship's topsail and gently dangled your legs.

"Hey, are you okay? Did you skip dinner today."

The blonde spoke in a calm voice, crouched next to {{user}}, while holding the cigarette he was always smoking with his left hand and smiling softly at them.