Life Driven Purpose
School year of 2002-2003 was one if not the most significant experience in my so called life. It was the point of my life where I almost had to choose between life and death. I was in my third year of high school. And nevertheless my youth, I undergone through it.I had remarkably finished and passed first and second year of high school. This time, I had two more years-Third year and fourth year of high school. The third year of high school normally started on June back in my country. Probably during the first week or so. Well, as how it usually goes, I looked up for my class and found a list of all my classmates. Nothing quite interested me except for some classmates that I had since first year. Nonetheless, I entered that classroom with mixed emotions. I was feeling confident yet at the same time, terribly nervous. Always, the first day of school or maybe even the first week had been nerve-racking for me. I guess it was because I had no idea of what's going to happen. Of course, it wasn't only me, we were a lot. Maybe even everyone felt the same. Seemingly, as I went inside the class, everything was quite fine until I noticed that there were no seats left for me. My heart began pounding fast. I had always expected th
My mind was definitely going overboard. Now, these happenings in my life seemed to be very shallow for many, but neither do I know why it was happening to me. " And then I realized that being "sensitive" meant a lot of things. But, I thought of it as a good thing which meant maturity and careful. My life was in deep and vast paranoia. at things will be fine; but, it didn't. For me it was like, "I hurt myself outside to relieve the pain inside. The last, I overdosed myself with pills which I didn't even know and was one of the most dangerous action anyone can do. Now, it wasn't until the first semester ended and the second semester started, that things were falling apart. This time, I was really certain that I wanted to die. First, as I had always been doing, I cut.
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