I cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried.

I'll be retaining next year, repeating the whole phase of Secondary THREE again. I feel so pathetic, seriously, I feel so ultra stupid. Because everywhere I go, people will tell me, "I'm so disappointed in you, I really am."

When I told Mummy about my results and how much I thought it was a good idea to build my foundation this way, she started crying and saying out loud, "All these while, Mummy thought you were hopeful, but you're the worst! YOU ARE A FAILURE! Why you so stupid?!"

I don't think it's the end of the world, really, I've seen so many people degrade themselves after their O's and go nowhere. Sometimes, the hardest things are the right ones. I'd have to accept this sooner or later.