Friday, February 28
It's probably the lowest time in my life now, writing this blog. Can't help it. Got lots of hot air I need to let out.
First, I hate myself. Second, I hate my results. Third, I hate myself for feeling this way. There's always this crunching of my mind when I think of my results. It sucks. Totally. Why? I thought I wouldn't fail, but I didn't expect this grades even. Appalling. Crap. Utter shit. Toot. F**k. Fuck. I am trying to calm down, but this kind of thing that unexpectedly slams on your face, knocking the breathe out of you. Suffocated. Can't wait to scream, to explode. Why?? Why is it that it has to be me?? Fine. It's my fault. I didn't study. Chem? Big-time disappointment, though you might think an A2 is very good. I think I finally understand how Sin Guan feels when she receives her Chinese results. I deserve it for getting a C5 for my humanities. I thought it went well, obviously I am wrong. Crap.Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. CRAP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Posted by Isabelle at 7:13 pm