Dead
Suicide is at the core of my thoughts. A paper not well done means a degree not well recognized. It serves as a reminder of the time I wasted doing things of no value this semester. Things that I should not be doing at this age and time. Things I should not be doing forever. I tried to catch up at the end, honestly, I did. But I failed. My memory failed me. My brain overruled my instinct. My mum will kill me when she sees the results. What's the point of carrying on and studying for the remaining exams? I ask myself. It is just a waste of time. A 'C' on my transcript spells doom. I should not even be in school. People at home antagonize me.