Sometimes when I say “I’m okay”, I want someone to look me in the eyes, hug me tight, and say, “I know you’re not.”
I'm telling you now that I'm not okay. I'm utterly disappointed of myself.
I've always had this thing with examination halls. They are like the scariest battlefield ever, worst than the nightmares that wake me up in the middle of the night. I'll definitely be defeated badly if I'm not well prepared which procrastination is the first thing to blame most of the time. I think I've screwed 2 out of 5 papers this time FML 3 more to go and I'm not excited anymore --;
I'm such a failure, don't you think?
xx
1 comment:
owh baby, you wil do fine. cheer up.
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