light it up
Friday, August 20, 2010
I suck. Big time.
Whenever I get back my test papers, I flipped it to the front page. All that greets me is a single digit number indicating that I failed again. I see people around me complaining about how they should get another half mark here or another mark there so that they could attain "this grade".
I feel this sourish-bitter feeling in my heart, I feel it spreading to the rest of my body. A frown forms as I struggled to understand what the teacher was blabbering about. But in my head, it was all still a blank. I could feel it, this warm feeling coming to my eyes; this throat that could never be cleared. In my head was a battle going on; a voice that tells me to shut up and listen to the teacher, the other tells me that I'm dumb. Another tells me to try harder next time and another tells me not to cry in front of everyone.
Maybe I'm really good at hiding my emotions. Maybe I'm not. But who cares. I feel the sorrow filling me up the same way again. This feeling sucks.
Whenever I get back my test papers, I flipped it to the front page. All that greets me is a single digit number indicating that I failed again. I see people around me complaining about how they should get another half mark here or another mark there so that they could attain "this grade".
I feel this sourish-bitter feeling in my heart, I feel it spreading to the rest of my body. A frown forms as I struggled to understand what the teacher was blabbering about. But in my head, it was all still a blank. I could feel it, this warm feeling coming to my eyes; this throat that could never be cleared. In my head was a battle going on; a voice that tells me to shut up and listen to the teacher, the other tells me that I'm dumb. Another tells me to try harder next time and another tells me not to cry in front of everyone.
Maybe I'm really good at hiding my emotions. Maybe I'm not. But who cares. I feel the sorrow filling me up the same way again. This feeling sucks.
7:14 PM