Life is full of ups and downs. Success always comes along with failure.
Suffering from the boring cold, my brain remains empty. I even don’t know how to start of a simple diary, though it’s a piece of cake for me long long ago. I have never lose faith in my ability of studying English even though I fails now and them. But now I do because my diaries hold no promise. I don’t know what I keep diaries for. I can’t come with any conclusions.
Maybe success prows out of struggle to overcome difficulties. Cheer up, may giving up will get a rest.