my thoughts, my feelings, my stories

I never talked about my problems to people anymore. I never even cried in front of people anymore. They say if I do then it'll make me feel better. But trust me, I already passed that. It doesn't do anything for me anymore now.  Talking to people is useless for me. As much as I appreciate it, but they're not me. They're not in my shoes. They don't feel what I feel. No matter how hard I try to describe it, they'll never really understand.  I hope my therapist doesn't read this. But what the hell, he already knows I'm dead inside.   

Your future is a blank canvas. Write your own story, bind your happy place, let your light shine, build your own path, spread your wings, create your own history and reach for the stars. Nothing is impossible. Follow your heart, fight for what you want, and stand up for what you believe in, but most importantly, NEVER GIVE UP!  

 I'm a person with disabilities. I have never been in school in my life. The reason why I decided not to go to the special needs school is because when I was a little kid, I thought I was a normal person and I even had a dream to become an air hostess. However, when I was 13, I realized that I couldn't be an air hostess and I regretted the decision. I found that I got the talent to write a short story about a love story. I stopped doing it in my age of 20. I'm more interested in improving my English skills. Once my friend requested me to translate her essay, and I did it ,even though my English at that time was still bad. Surprisingly, her lecturer was shocked at the result of her essay, she told her lecturer that the one who helped her is that her friend who has never been in school in her life. The person she told to her lecturer was me, and her lecturer didn't believe what she said. Since then I told her if her friends needed a translator, she could contact me. Also,...