I'm Lucky. But my name doesn't describe my whole life at all. I don't believe that a person who knows me a lot, who knows every problem I had faced and who knows even my dirty little secrets can describe me in one word. No one can describe me, not even my friends, not even my family. A lot of adjectives may portray what qualities I have but still, people will judge me by their eyes and can’t describe me with their hearts, that’s how I interpret people’s cognitive thinking about me, about how they interact with me. 
On the other hand, there are sides in my personality that you may not like and can make you hate me in some points, but there are also some traits that I have that you can tell funny and indeed likeable by many. I have known by many as cheerful and bubbly, but when I can't reach the goal I wanted, when the success I’m trying to accomplish was then vanished through the air, I'm easily depressed and frustrated. It can take me weeks or months to move on and forgot what that dilemma had caused me. Sometimes, I may try to pretend that nothing had happened and everything is alright. Impossible. 
It is not true that pretention can help you to ease the pain you've felt. Everything is not alright when you pretend; you're just making the rest worst. The more you push yourself into the world of dreams, the more tears you fill in your heart. By experience, last 2010, a catastratrophe strikes my entire life, affecting my social, intellectual and emoti0nal life, I can hardly remember the words, but the thought of each sentence she said still lingers in my brain, remembering how she ripped off piece by piece my heart into the ground. I don't try to puzzle again the broken pieces for I'm scared to the "history" to repeat itself. Yes, I'm coward, I don't want to experienceagain the feeling of loneliness, of being pitied on by others, and sometimes the feeling of being shot by the eyes of the people you thought your friends are. I don’t even try to look to the people’s eye