Weak.

Everyone has their own strength. From what I've know (and experienced), I don't have much. I rely on other people. When something bad happens, when an obstacle turns up, I seek other people. For their strength. And comfort. I've always thought I am an optimistic. Filled with positivity. Well, I do, but at times that I really should, I don't.

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.