If I were to tell you the story of my life, would you be interested? A story of never-ending experiences and enjoyment noone could ever imagine. I miss those times when I get to dream a lot. But for now, I am to tell you the secrets that have been kept in a dungeon inside me. Dark secrets, spine-chilling fears, and unbearable struggles dwell in this dungeon.

Secrets. These secrets are my enemies. Some of it keep me from doing something without hesitation. It acts as my conscience which manipulates my being. Secrets are annoying, and keeping them to myself would pop my brains out. But what can I do? Secrets are meant to be kept. Fears. Fears are my worse enemies. They destroy my courage. These give me 30% eagerness on pursuing something. Why 30%? These have been my companions since birth, and they do keepo me from doing stuff. They say, “Conquer your fears.” Okay, I’ll conquer them. Struggles. These are my worst enemies. Simply hearing the word “struggle” creates an impression of loads on my back. If I strive to destroy it, good for me but sometimes my best isn’t just enough. Nahhhh…I can do it. Do you want me to state it all? I can’t, because they’re dark, spine-chilling and unbearable.