It is vey cold outside today, sunny and having a little breeze, which is the same as my lost mood. This is the second semester of my third year; everything is going on orderly and with vast pressure, even not having a moment to relax. This time I must meet the English requirement going abroad, otherwise I will lose all my hopes and my bright future, dropping into a bottomless abyss. I will try my best, although I am not very smart and a little stupid. Usually I get up at six, because I know I need to do the morning English reading for one hour, and then do some toefl reading. My biggest English obstacle is speaking and writing, even though I’ve tried to practice for a very long time. To be honest, I nearly lose all my self-confidence, but I do know I shouldn’t. Even there is a cliff in front of me, I will not retreat too. This is my final opportunity, once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Here I just want to wish myself a good luck and then go ahead bravely. Perhaps I shouldn’t be too annoyed; perhaps I will not fail finally, just do it and forget these unhappy things. The night darkles gradually, my soul return to my body again. I know I’m in a tremendous trouble, but I will defeat it finally, for everybody knows I am an ironman, I will work hard till I achieve the final goal. Don’t worry about me, my parents, my friends, I am ok now, I was just not very ok. I can do it, believe me and believe myself!