After finishing the year, the Islamic education teacher hugged me to say good vacation, I felt my eyes fill with tears but I couldn't cry in front of the most wonderful teacher. You know this teacher was my second father, all the students loved him so much he is a very nice and beautiful person. I went home and my best friend called me and I started crying on the phone. After we went home to prepare for the exam I wasn't myself. I cried all the time and was always sad. For what ? I did not know . I started thinking about my future and what will become of me? All these questions made my head hurt. I went into a strong depression and I didn't know what was happening to me, why am I crying? The day of the exam I did not sleep well I woke up at three in the morning.
