Still have I been doing idiocies. Nonetheless, at least know do I realize the gravity of my actions. All my progress has been blighted by insecurities. Besides, since this platfrom is the only means by which I voice my thoughts, I get really anxious for not actually talking to people. What is the point of having a flair for language is I do not open my mouth?. Anyhow, I know now that at no point in the foreseeable future will I end up intoxicated by success. In fact, on account of the recent mistakes I have made, I even doubt I am going to be able to stay at school much longer. Straight from the shoulder, I have let my depression hold me back. Despite this, I still am willing to at least try. A new vista opening up for me seems impossible. I mean, if I were to add up the number of times I have avoided school plus the amount of times I have flounces out of class, I would be crazy by now. To think that just a few months ago, I would be coruscating with delight. Notwithstanding now I spend most of the time pinpointing my past errors. Instead of trying to change, I keep trying to get a fix on why I behaved as I did. Ergo, in lieu is watching my life go by in dejection, I must stop thinking. My own action have diluted my confidence. Paying scant attention to your own future can bring you detrimental consequences.Wagging my head at my own actions will only make me waste even more time. How much would I wish to be the kind of person who does things straight out. Be that as it may, I still have a long way to go. With that, a lot of work has to be done by me if I even want progress. Moreover, I feel as if there is only a husk lest of my former self. Sweeping away my fears will not be easy. However if I keep lazying around they will get stronger. Lost of flimsy excuses I could give for my recent misbehavior. Still and all, I cannot hide the fact that now I am paying my dues. Further, the only thing left for me to do is to dissipate my own anger and move on. Why should I be mad at myself for romping around in my dreams and not living my actual life? It pains me to realize know how much time I have squandered. Not only do I have to learn how to compose myself, but also to be more responsible. I have fallen behind at school so badly that I do not know what to do to remedy my situation. How am I supposed to become the anchor of my kin at some point in the future if I do not even have the courage to face up to my responsibilities? For years I had been balked of my freedom. Even so, I do not how to use it now that I have it. My actions should home in on my goals. Notwithstanding, that is not the case. Not that I should be more audacious, but indeed less foolish. All in all, have I ruined my reputation. Thus, I must do something to wind up being more of a comedian and diligent student. Let us just hope that this time I am able to walk the walk instead of only talking the talk. My fate relies on the verisimilitude of the aforesaid words.