How coincidentally things fall into place. What a bad time for it to all happen at the same time.
Literature exam, I mentioned a part where the rain represented tears of joy, sadness, and relief. On the day of the Bio paper, I broke a mirror. It fell out of my wallet when I as waving it around and a piece of it chipped off.
For the first time in my life, I am actually cursed. For the first time in my life, I am feeling so low about myself. For the first time in my life, I have never failed this badly. And for the first time in my life, I have never been this desperate for consolation. I don't care who consoles me. Even my worst enemy. I don't care if Clarence suddenly just pops out of nowhere and tells me not to cry. I don't care of suddenly Mrs Gomez actually tells me it's alright. I don't care if I have to dry myself off my tears before someone consoles me.
I plucked up the courage I had left to tell my tuition teacher about my results. She told me to call her. Once she answered, I just sobbing vigorously. Maybe some of you creeps are sniggering at what a useless person I am, well, to hell with you. People are here suffering and crying their mind out and you can be there laughing. Curse you.
Yes, I know it's my fault. I admit. I ADMIT EVERYTHING. I do not pay attention for Chem. I do not study for chem. I do not like chem except for the experiments. I was doing last minute cramming. I was drawing instead of studying. I stared at the same page of the textbook for half an hour. URGH I JUST HAD IT COMING ALRIGHT. So I'm practically just crying for myself. Crying for my parents. Crying for my tuition teacher. I know how they feel. To lose hope. To give up. COZ I'M FEELING IT RIGHT NOW.
Atticus says to walk in the other person's shoes. YEAH I'M WALKING. Hence, I have not dared to tell my mum my results so far even though I saw her just now. I fear what she would do to me. I fear she would take everything away from me. I fear she would take her trust from me. The trust that I have earned and promised to keep. OMg I'm sobbing again. Been sobbing for the past 56 minutes.
Halfway through the really saddining conversation with my tuition teacher my dad called. I broke down to him in a flash. I told him I failed. I told him I got a 30 over 100. I was sobbing I had to sit on the floor. My dad told me a few things. One was that this was a good lesson for me. I should not repeat this again. And that I should not dwell in the past. That's my problem. I dwell in the past too much. Too afraid to let go.
Maybe that's why I still hold grudges against certain people even though they don't know it. I still hold grudges even though it was something that happened when I was 9. I still remember. I don't want to, but I have to. You get what I mean?
I don't know who is reading this post. I don't know what you think of me now. Probably you've always thought of me as the girl who dares to catch a cockroach with her hands and step on it. The girl who always dares to do anything she likes. The girl who is always strong and does get demoralized by anything. The girl who is good at boy advice. The girl who is morbid and sadistic. The girl who is mean and has no feelings.
Well, hate to break it to you. But I am that girl. And I am not. Like I've said to certain people before, you don't know me. You only know what I show you. You only know what I let you see. Well, in this post, I reveal. I reveal more. Isn't that what blogs are for? You reveal yourself. You talk about yourself so that other people know more about you.
Well. My exams are like crap. Okay. I know I might not get into UWC this time. I know I might just probably retain. Who knows whether I'd just jump out the window right this minute.
I had to tell Steven I can't be MC for youth group this weekend. I need a few days to cool off. He gave me a Bible verse. What a nice person. The book of Jeremiah 26:11. IF you have a Bible, go read it. If you don't, find it in the internet.
I guess I've stopped crying. My abdomen area hurts though... from the vigorous sobbing. Pain... It's been an hour since I started crying. Fantastic. Now where were the usual people who would console me? LOST. GONE. Apparently, it's my most unexpected person to console me.
He was my worst enemy 2 years ago. Hated him to the core. Gotten pretty alright the past few months :) Glad to have him around... Thank God he was born. Don't get me wrong here, I don't have a crush on him =.= There's a diff between friends, and crushes.