I haven’t really spoken about it until now, and should I really consider this as talking at all?
I knew this would happen, but I never thought that this is how I would FEEL.
Terrible.
I did flunk just as I had suspected. Luckily, it is just one subject-forgivable pa, since I really hate that one. Fate didn’t surprise me at all; I knew this is the grade I would get even before class started.
Yet, I feel that with all my effort, all those sleepless nights, nausea, hunger, fatigue-lahat yon, wasn’t paid at all. I exerted MORE physical and mental ability to endure third term. Mas matindi pa sa First Term or Second, and still, my grade is no better than any of them. Worst pa nga ata…
Hmm… so much for my divine intervention
I hate three. I hate thirteen. I hate this term.
Ang panget, and sagwa, nakaksuka.
Right now, the only thing that would make me feel better is by comparing. And I know that that is bad.
Ang alam ko lang, I don’t want to feel that I’m riding a boat alone while it sinks deep into the ocean…
Feel my revenge next term! I’ll never again consider mistakes. There is definitely no room for it! PS
