Something is weighing on my mind. Perhaps it is  the fact that time drags by so fast that you cannot even decide wisely at times. I wonder if I ever going to be able to enter the educational fray without faltering. I may not be a soothsayer, but I can predict a slight hope of recovery for me. My current health condition may have been proceeded from my family´s abuse. Even though I am 21, I have not lived at all. On occasion, you can feel worse than if you had been pelted with stones. Besides, it staggers me that I had been stupid enough to pander to my kin´s every wish. You make think, I must be nuts for not having stamped out my depression myself by moving out. It is not that easy though. Tears streaked my face when I think about how I have messed up so many times. To be honest, I do not know what can placate me now. Looking forward to something positive is the best thing I can do. The few achievements I´ve got are not unrepeatable. Even so, I need to get back on my feet first. They have told me that thinking about the past can reinfect myself. In fact I think that is what has been holding me back. Maybe I can start over by variegating my life with new responsibilities. Do I hope it is not too late for me to be able to pull my face at my problems and move on. My vicissitudes have to spur me to succeed and not otherwise.