Hurt

All I care about is, who I am and what is going on in my life just mine.
It is the anniversary of my beloved teacher today, I forgot. All I care about is, what to wear, how to make my life over "complicated" but it turns out to be a sad piece.
I don't know what kind of person I have turned into. I'm so sick for feeling sorry for myself, how could I?
I always choose to focus on the sad part of life. Sad part.
I have a dream to conquer, I have a dream to achieve, I have to make it real.
It's true that I have either created a box for myself to be in or I have jumped out from my box.

Look at how many "I"s are mention in this post. It's always just about me, selfish me.

Teacher,
" I have a dream to achieve in life, a goal that I know I can reach. I will make you proud.
Yes I will. " Looking up at the stars, I know I can see your smile.