Growing up, I learned how to be stronger and be a better version of myself. 1, how I felt or the pain I felt was really2within each passing day but I longed for it. It made people think I was 3. I could do nothing for people and felt useless about everything in my life. People never really 4 to me any more as I started caring less. As a result, the sympathy and soft mind I had for people started to 5.
Waking up one bright morning and looking through the windows at the left, I saw the 6 as the sun brightened up the clouds and people went to and from 7 locations. I forgot my 8 and felt quite happy. Although the previous night I had 9 ， this morning I thought tears 10 could solve nothing.
I began to think 11 me that I was better. I was 12 and deserved more than silver or gold. I 13 in myself and I said just this one thing I was not going to die. Why? Because the hope of being a better version of myself was within one thing kept me 14 forward. I believed I would be truly happy and get a real 15, meet the perfect dreams.
