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Now that I remembered that I had this account, I felt something heavy within my chest. It felt weird reading my old essays, letters... Even those poems struck me. 

I realized things have gotten so much different now. I am now turning 19, so close to what they call "adult life." 

While time is drawing much closer to that, I still can't absorb the fact that I am getting old. I used to be so young, naive, and unaware of what life really is. 

How time flies so fast; I used to be scared of nothing, but now... For every little thing that I do, fear does come to my mind. I am now afraid… I think too much about the consequences... I felt weaker. 

Everything used to be so clear... as if I was spoiled by the author of my life. But what happened?

When did it all collapse? 

In the meantime, it remains unclear. Life is still unsettled, and I am... even now... unsure about my future. 

Still. 

I'll

Try

To live

To survive

To find the essence of life

But...

Even if life may not be unsettled... Even if I don't know what the future holds for me. I firmly believe that I know one thing: I'm still here. Still fighting. And that alone is a testament that I haven't 

fallen into pieces. Not yet. Not ever.