I’m breaking con notare’s rules but it’s a real life crisis, it’s a secret that’s breaking me. I’ve always had a crippling fear of failure, earlier I was having dreams of seeing myself in the midst of my high school classmates. I prayed, cried and begged God to take away that backwardness. Lately in the meantime living the dream because I keep failing, i’ll be 24 next Tuesday and I haven’t finished school. I failed out of Babcock because my self esteem was dragging along behind me, my dad is tired of me, I can’t remember being genuinely happy in so long. I might not live to see my 24th birthday, I’m that frustrated.