The year 2021 had me filled with regret, tears and a need for help because I knew I was going down!.

From the beginning of this year I did what was so unlike me I lost my purity willingly, so you can relax. I thought it didn’t mean anything to me, turns out now that it’s gone I want it back. I lost it to an older guy who spit lies to get it from me. That was the first stroke of regret I had this year.

My academics took a huge knockout. I had always been a procrastinator but somehow this year, my level of procrastination took it up a notch as it was now mixed and driven by laziness. I left deadlines for the last minute and worse I left my final exam studying for the last 20 seconds. I knew I was done!. I was a failure and that is going to come true on the 6th of January 2022. I had no one to blame but myself. That was my second stroke of regret.

Sometime this year I felt depleted, I felt empty and tired to the core!. I couldn’t carry on anymore. I didn’t want to be seen as lazy so I had to soldier on to the point where I started getting physically sick. I had migraines and I nearly popped a vein, literally!. That was a time my tears couldn’t stop from falling.

I found out my teacher that I looked up to and regarded as a father figure was a pervert. Like most perverts he’d lurk in the background, deep in the night looking for prey and sometimes in the dark web…only him? He did It with everyone watching. He did it at school, he wasn’t ashamed to even take matters to Tik Tok. He lured young scholars with his money as he is filthy rich, not from being a teacher only but from other major businesses he has. One would even wonder why he is a teacher, he obviously didn’t need the money but I guess it was to fulfill his deepest darkest desires. I got broken when I found out about him, who was I to look up to? Who was to fulfill that empty father void I had?. I was all alone. That was the second time tears helped me to get better.