To fail

You try and you try again and again, the only result you can get is failure. You can't get a job, a boyfriend, your parents think you're lazy and useless and you can't even eat chocolate. "I have a good family, my friends are nice" you think. But it's not enough to control your tears. You go to your room, hold your guitar and cry alone, hoping no one will listen and show up in your room to ask you what's wrong (probably because they won't understand what is like to be unsuccessful).
But then you get a text, it's your best friend saying "whats up dumbass", and that can make you smile, at least for a second. Then your dog scratches the door, and as you let it in, it licks your tears and look at you with that cute little face that says "Why are you crying when you have me?". All of a sudden you can't remember why you're crying, wash that pretty face of yours (as you realize when you look in the bathroom mirror) and answer the text: "everything's just fine, how bout you?"

Bonus:

To be eighteen

Happy birthday Mr. Eighteen

You wake up in a random morning. Look at your phone display and find out it's past 10 am and it's not some random morning. It's your 18th birthday. It's really nothing when you look at your older sibiling who's already in college and have a driver's license. But to you it is a big deal, you can do a lot of things without parenting consent!
And mostly it's all this year is about, things you have to do because you're no longer a minor, for instance, getting a job or move out (I would love to do both, but I can't afford a good place, its bills and furniture). So the pressure begins: you have to find a job, get a driver's license, get into college, and most important of all, you have to act like an adult. To hear you are not a child becomes very common, and you can't even listen to a Taylor Swift song anymore without getting a "you're not a teenager anymore, stop listening to this crap".
But it is a fact that you're not a teenager, and that fact can be proven whenever you want to get hammered, you can (unless you're in the US, then wait 3 more years or get a fake id just like an irresponsible teenager), but make sure it's on a Friday, otherwise you'll have to work with a horrible hangover or come up with an useless excuse when everyone knows you drank too much the day before. Welcome to the adult life. And don't worry, it just gets worst.

To write

I believe that everyone who reads a lot, writes a lot. Mostly because you want to make difference through the words, you wanna touch someone's heart the same way some author touched yours. As a journalism student, writing is crucial to me, and it's something I appreciate to do a lot. I have so many ideas about what to write and I'll try to put them here, but trying to imagine that no one is reading, since I'm so shy this is the only way I can peacefully say what I think. Nice to meet you, I'm Maysa, but you can call me May.