The final grades are out. Someone said. I heard it, yet i cannot be excited to see them. I was afraid of the fact, the truth, whatever that is real.
And it does disappoint me. The grades. Apparently, im disappointing myself.
A friend was so nice to me while im being this silly and sad.
Parents surely would be supportive but i know they too always have hope.
But i hate this.
Maybe, you don’t have to be here. Just go away. And leave me with no one. So i can feel left-out, alone, and helpless. That would be easier for me to commit the thing.
With them, i see no chance to try.