You Raised Me Up

I was once a troubled kid ever since primary school. Have I changed for the better? *sighs A little. So I still feel like crap. Hell yeah! Most of the time. Emotionally unstable. Mood swings. Negative thinking. The same troubled kid like I've used to be. Anyway, at least I've try to look on the bright side. *winks

When there's one point in my life where I wanted to end everything by committing suicide, she's the one that get me out of my silly thoughts. She's the one I have pour all my heart to. She's the one who will constantly give me advice when I'm in need of help. She's not one of my family members or even my friends. She's my two consecutive years English teacher. She's none other than Madam Chua. And I'm lucky to be in her class. 

There's this journal writing she introduced to my class which is my first big step to open up my mind. Even though I've graduated from that school, I still treasure my journal dearly. As time passes, I find that this journal has become some sort of a place of interaction between us. We were literally chatting on that journal of mine. I shared my personal thoughts and agendas in life. From the silly things to my dreams for my future. Without realization, that journal had created a bond between us. 

Without her, I do not know how to survive my senior year at Convent. :/ Thanks to her unconditional love and continuous moral support, I've finally found my true self. With all the things she had taught me, I'll keep it in my heart and bring it to the next chapter of my life. *weeps Even though, I've left Convent but I will forever remember you, teacher.

Fear less, hope more, whine less , breathe more, talk less, say more, hate less, love more, and all good things are yours.