one chance

Good evening vaguelythis.


Don't tell me you're no longer watching over me in the distance.

Curriculum was sheer mental torture. I kept reproaching myself and I am utterly disappointed with myself.

27 out of 50. After seeing my results, I felt like crap. I felt stupid. I felt like it was the end of the world. I believe that there is a reason why I was put into the A class 2 standards ago, and refuse to believe that it was a fluke. I mean, I have proven myself that I can actually do it. Just that I tend to drift off, within a short span of time. I guess my emotions got to the better of me and I snapped at a classmate of mine. (Who wouldn't? You've got someone going OMG OMG OMG this is not good! - when actually she gets 30 for paper 1, and did extremely well for paper 2 - and still continues to bawl out loud her cries of woe) After I snapped, I broke down. It was just horrible, coming close to a fail mark for my strongest subject, English. Sure, there are others who failed, other who scored marginal passes. But still, I look at my mistakes and its the stupid misreading and wrong asnwers that cost me my marks. Which, I jolly well knew, could have been avoided. Let's just say I let myself down.


Don't really have the mood to blog because I have a deadline to meet and am editing, retyping two essays without any template/reference. GOD HELP ME.
Time check; 10.37pm, aim to finish by 11.15pm.

Breakfast at boyfriend's place and dental appointment tomorrow.
Good night vaguelythis!