I got bad news three days prior to 2018. My only hope at the moment to feel again that sparks of excitement that used to color my youthful self. My current every day’s daydream. They are broken to pieces. I failed. So bad, I failed miserably. As the information sunk in I strangely didn’t feel that sad about it. I was shocked, but I didn't feel hurt and I still am now. I let out a bitter laugh,...

With everything that happened during a year since I left my hometown, I became more skeptical about everything and everyone. My past, even though it wasn’t perfect, was somehow too good to be true: in a sense of how I did stuff that I love and made me feel alive. Every night I was looking forward to tomorrow. Well, maybe I wasn’t when I had deadlines for my exams or assignments. Nowadays, I’m living...