Faith. Belief. Hope. Dreams.

Faith.

Belief.

Hope.

Dreams.

Before the year of 2011, I had seen no reason to believe in what people called God. Don't get me wrong. I'm not saying that it's wrong or anything. I guess I just wasn't ready to devote myself to a religion. 

But now, I finally understand the feeling of needing a religion, or simply a belief, to guide us through the forest of life; of needing the strength to pull through hard times; of praying every night before bed and feeling better about it; of being able to dream and to wish that your dreams may come true; of having no one but God to turn to.

I believe. And I'm not ashamed to say so. I believe so that I can continue to work hard silently even if no human can see it. But I know God sees it all; talent, effort, sacrifice, tears, scars, pain. I didn't waste twelve years, getting my hard work denied, for nothing. 

I promise I will be a strong person, no matter what happens. 

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10 things I learnt about myself:

1. I'm irresponsible.

2. I'm weird.

3. My handwriting's ugly.

4. I can't be trusted.

5. I don't do well with numbers.

6. I can't do anything except studying.

7. I suck at giving information.

8. I don't really understand people's questions.

9. I'm not good at art.

10. I care too much about what other people think.