It came to the end of the first term and things still seemed to be okay. I knew that sooner or later tough times were about to come.
Second term came faster than I thought but tough times were about to strike. All the emotions were about to explode out of me. Still, I was thinking I was strong enough to cope.
Quarter way through the second term and things really started to get hard. I couldn't concentrate, I didn't want to tell any of my friends because they couldn't really care. There was loads and loads of homework and then at that certain point just before half way, I had a mental breakdown I struggled that I cried. Every movement I made I had to cry. There was no reason why not to.
Then the time came where the blade was took out of its hiding place...
