Achieving Potential: A Story of Goodness

This is not about being arrogant, but simply a vivid and picture-able fact. Truth be told, I am successful. Albeit, my success is not yet bringing in finances.
   I have a very bright future. I have an unreachable potential. I have been working on what I need to work on. I have been getting compliments on my ability, lately.
   In the past 5 years, I would be worse. I was scared of myself. Blunders in English language were as close to me as the snail and its shell. There was no pity. I was publicly messed up and laughed at. I was taunted. I couldn't wait to end high school and begin to build myself. It was me being so febrile. I was damn so indifferent. You did not want to meet with me, I could bet.
    It was never too painful of an experience for me. The words shelled at me became a moving factor. I began to strive; to read and understand. I began to break sentences into words of sentences, for my betterment. "It wasn't easy. It is not easy. It won't be easy," I continue to state to myself. I posed quite a lot of questions to myself, asking myself if I wanted to grow bigger and speak fluently like Prof. Wole Soyinka, and many other laureates. I asked myself. I became tight to myself. I said I was going to be better than I was. It was a single decision, which required dedication. I wasn't scared anymore. I said regardless of the insults, there is a set goal, and it must be achieved. I climbed ladders, fell, dust myself up, heal my wounds, and I continued.
    As Facebook was a medium of communication, I grew into it, seeing all sorts of articles, all sauced up in blunders. I saw articles without punctuation marks. It was an obstacle; they were obstacles. I nearly fell, but, my determination mattered. I ignored. I began to write very indifferently. I didn't use punctuation marks where needed to. I failed my trial, but never gave up. When every other gay guy was worrying about an "Hey, let's sex", I was worried about building myself up. I was worried about an, "Hey. You want to learn?" It was what I had signed for.
   Some of Facebook friends are testimonies. I would ask, "please, every sentence I sent, were they right?" "Is my grammatical construction the way?". Some corrected me, while some told me it was fine.
   It was a heartbreak, now a potential. It wasn't easy. My head is still up. Every pain is a gain. Keep memories for reference.