I'm so used to not getting what I want. So used to failure, to frustration. So used to having pride wounded. So used to loneliness and heartaches. To shattered dreams and hopes that pain is already a part of me.

But I will never forget that feeling... of making one's existence known. To stand out from the crowd... To face greatness face to face. To push myself to the limits and succeed and reign triumphant. Somehow, I know I shall feel it again. In little things..in little ways... In great things...in special ways... For I know myself better than the rest of the world that I can.