Sweetdreams-Writer

"I hate math!" "No, you don't. You're so good at it!" "So? That doesn't mean I like it…" "All I'm saying is that you have no reason to hate it." "Like you do? You always get hundreds on tests." "So do you." "I wouldn't bet on it. The next one is going to be horrible!" "The one about percentages?" "Yep. I will fail that one." "You say that every time, and yet you always get a good grade." "I know, but this time I'm 100% positive that I will fail this test." "You're 100% positive? Like completely sure? You don't even have one single doubt or hope that you will pass?" "Well, if you put it like that…I guess I'm 90% positive

I was drowning in a deep sea of despair, and I thought there was nothing I could do. I kept falling and falling. Nothing could help me...not even the happy memories I shared with you. The darkness entered my soul, my eyes, my smile… but I knew it would all be worthwhile because I would emerge again, stronger than before and nothing could bring me down anymore. I saw my hopes and dreams collapse in front of my eyes. I tried, again and again, to keep going, to rise after every obstacle…to keep moving ahead… but all my will, brought me down instead. I know it is hard to rise up again, but fear not, I will not give up