I always though that I am a happy and bubbly person. But when I fail to do something, I fall. Hard.Maybe its normal. Its just that I am not accepting it. Still in denial. Hoping that if I didn't say out loud, it won't come true. Or at least I thought so.
Then again, from these things we rise. It takes time, but hey, if it isn't hard, nobody hates failure anymore.
But I still do.