The lowest point in my life was that short dark moment during college. Everything happened altogether. My parents got separated, I rebelled and got stripped off my scholarship. I lived in a dormitory but was deprived of food because my family couldn't pay for dorm food expenses. I walked instead of commuting due to financial constraints. Yet I took a very happy facade. I was still smiling, loquacious, and vibrant me. Yet deep inside, I am a bleeding creature - disintegrating to a point of failed suicide. It was even made darker because the friends I have does not even seem to know I am a struggling human. All because of this facade.
Yuck, senti.
What do you want achieved in the next 10 years?