I had not felt so weak before. At the beginning of the game, my chest got stuffy and I was useless. Together with my knee and arm problems, and sprained fingers, I did not have nice games and it sucked to make the team lose points.
I did not know what happened but it certainly got to do, at least a little, with sleeping at 9am.
I’m growing weaker each day with my dreams unfulfilled. I do not want to die one day having nothing great achieved.
This person was nice, but what had he done?
Life is not only about being recognised for your good character. I have nothing and I am alone, but there are things which I can actually create.