Results
Mom won’t even look at me properly. Dad’s doing that silent thing where his disappointment is louder than shouting. Relatives acting like they “care” but actually just want gossip. “Beta, what happened? We expected better.” Yeah. So did I. Thanks. Like don’t I know it? Aren’t my parents supposed to protect me from these horrible things that they say? How can they expect me to feel motivated after this?
And I hate how everyone suddenly becomes an expert on my life. “You should’ve studied harder.” “You wasted your time.” Like wow, thanks for the insight. Never occurred to me before.
The truth is—I already feel like crap. I don’t need them to rub it in. I know I didn’t do great. I know. I know. I KNOW.
I wanted to scream at them: Do you think I don’t already know I didn’t do well? Do you think I’m not already beating myself up about it?
But instead, I just sat there, nodding, pretending I didn’t care.
The only person who actually gave a damn was my brother. He just walked into my room, sat down on the floor next to me, and said, “Screw them. Marks don’t decide who you are.” He didn’t give a lecture, he didn’t make me feel worse, he didn’t even try to “fix” it. He just sat there with me while I stared at the ceiling, wishing I could disappear.
But right now? I just feel heavy. Like my whole life has been reduced to a stupid percentage on a piece of paper. Like I’m not a person, just a number everyone gets to measure me by.
And yeah, I know people will say “It’s not the end of the world.” But when you’re here, in this moment, it feels like it is.
So yeah. Today sucks.
