I had a dream. I had the dream to follow my heart and
stand up for what's right. I
might be sad about my failures, but I would truly regret, only the chances I
didn't take.
And things went good. I was blessed with overwhelming success, inspiring friendships and remarkable experiences. I didn't smoke, I didnt drink, i didnt drug,
I was lucky to be great at school, I was furtunate to be great at sports. I had
a special talent for music, for arts, for math, for science. Everybody was
proud of me, everybody wanted what I had.
Than the day came, on which I learnt that dreams can just
vanish from one day to another. And I couldnt do anything. I had somehow failed, but I had no idea how. And I lost what I knew as
family, I lost what I knew as home. And I am afraid it might not come back.