Friday, July 29, 2011 @ 6:24 AM
Sometimes the littlest things in life are the hardest to take. You can sit on a mountain more comfortably than on a tack.
Of course, you're going to get your heart broken. And it isn't just going to happen once, but a lot. That's just part of growing up, and it makes you stronger. Then you can handle it better next time. You may not get through it yourself, but your friends will help you through it. And you'll be a stronger person because of it. Then one day someone will come along, and it'll all pay off and no one will ever break your heart again.
Somehow the notion of sending back my own results myself seems ironic. I'm required to get my own stamps and envelopes cause the school isn't rich enough to provide such things?
I think, the hardest part of school life is not during the exams, before the exams, but rather after the exams where you get back your results. You know, results doesn't exactly have a directly proportionate relationship with effort. I could have put in my utmost and end up failing, or maybe put in a little and still get my As. It really is about luck and skill.
Yes I know my results are far from satisfactory. Maybe people who are deluded into thinking that I'm pro can now finally wake up. But I find it utmost unfair that you blame it all on my lack of effort. I'll admit I didn't work my ass off, neither did I stay up till past midnight studying, but have you ever seen me study like I did before? In secondary school I barely bothered. I studied just days before exams. Now I'm actually putting in an effort to study.
I don't know what to say anymore.
Now you'll be wondering why I mulling over a thing that's past two weeks ago. I'll tell you, cause the retorts, the sneers, the constant "See I told you to put in more effort and you didn't. Serve you right." remarks will always repeat.
It never ends.