When you born, the first thing you do is to breathe. When you dead, the last thing you do is to breathe. If you can control your breathe, you can control your mind, your body, and your pain.
--Jeff Jolly
Is my background music too sweet or today, I am just so sentimental?
Hey, Mr. J, thank you. Without you, then there's no me--Amara, the only side of me that I don't need to hide. Had I been brave enough, I wouldn't have let you down. Had I been excellent enough, I wouldn't have waste your precious time. I am sorry. I was trying so hard. I wanted to reach that perfect. I wanted to finish all your assignments. I wanted to gain your satisfaction.
I failed. A loser.
Dear Dear Mr.J
Give me five years, please. I'll come back for you. I 'll show you what I can achieve. I'll let you be proud of me. I promise.
Dear Dear Mr.J
What you taught me I would remember forever.
Control my breath. No drugs, No alcohol. Bravely fight with my bipolar disorder. Chase my quixotic dream. Ceaselessly craft my life with my soul.
Dear Dear Mr.J
Thank you. I am speechless.
It's thanksgiving.