It never felt good to be picked last. But I’ve always been looked over. In all areas of life. Even now. Yea it really fucks with me. It gave me a chip on my shoulder. I didn’t feel like I was good at anything, but I knew it was in me. Every day, I am haunted by the fact that there is no limit to what I can do. To the point where I have do it. For me and mine. Or die trying. ....and when I succeed, all who doubted me regretted ever doing so.