Failure is something that everyone experiences, even if your perfect. And although you experience it, not everyone takes it well. Especially if the failure just piles up onto your broken life.
I've always been a cheerful person, or so I thought I was. I never thought I kept lying to myself all this time expecting myself to be like the normal ones, but what is normal? What does it mean to be normal? Aren't i just escaping the reality that i want to go to my own neverland.