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Monday, October 4, 2010 . 10/04/2010 02:33:00 PM

Results. 

What are they?

To prove how smart you are?

To prove how good are you academically?

Or, on the contrary, to prove how stupid you are?


To someone who used to cry at the sight of every Band 2 in her primary school report book, ... I'm not sure how to explain this scenario right now. 

I'm not feeling good about my recent results. Who will, when looking at it? 

But the thing is, I know I'm not good. I know I'm not interested. And I know I'm just not intelligent enough to get all these stuff. 

It's suffocating to get myself surrounded by people who are geniuses. It's overwhelming. It's depressing. 


Time passed.

You get used to it. Numbness is what lives in you.

Nothing surprises you anymore. Nothing makes you happy or sad.

It's all nothing to you. A void.


 

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