There was a time when my life seemed perfect; I had good grades, I had good friends, I acted in school musicals, I was in band, I played soccer, I did other extracurriculars, I felt like I had my whole life planned out and I knew I could be successful. I must have seemed like the happiest kid there was, even if that wasn't the truth. There were hard times in my life, but I could overcome them, now a days I can barely overcome any obstacles. I had everything and I threw it away and I can't remember why...a few things went terribly wrong and for some reason it scared me enough that doing the things I loved became difficult.