The suspense is killing me. I need answers for PMR results right this instant, right this minute, right now. Why am I even stressing out right now when I wasn't even bothered to study, put just a little effort in months ago? WHY?
I am such a failure. I'm never good at anything because I never put my heart into anything at all. I'm so foolish before, not that I'm not now. Urghs. To think that without putting effort in, I can get good results. To think that I can avoid the dissapointment on their faces and cold glares from them without studying. To think that they will actually let me go that easily when I know they wouldn't and shouldn't. I'm so much better off in hell. Gah gah gah.
Jump for freaking joy.
Because on the day right after Christmas, you'll see me lying dead on the floor in my school compound before the notice board with PMR results pinned on. I'll be right there laying still with blood gushing out of my neck, staining the school floor with all my unworthy dark blood and
you'll also see a blazer sharp knife with blood in my hands.
It's bad to think such negative thoughts, but I can't help it. It's all I can think about right now. I'm gonna die, die, DIE! Let's just pray that God and luck is on my side.
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