Don't. Stop right there. If you don't want to read an-awful-lot of things.
You better stop.
I was at my work, waiting for my result when I received a text, asking me whether it is true that all the 1st years in CFS have to repeat Maths 1 again.
I was speechless. Not wanting to believe, so I reply with a no. I asked why.
She replied, it was all over fb.
Since, I deleted my old account, I don't have a way to access that information.
So I called sir Ashraf. Even though he is not my Maths lecturer. I don't care. He told me there might be a possibility, but didn't know why.
I took a deep breath, and called sir Izzuddin. I was hoping he won't answer, but he did. So I asked him. He told me, everything.
I hung up, again, took a deep breath. Walked back to my stall as there were customers and cried after they left.
I hate Maths.
I am not good in Maths.
I am the only one in my family who didn't score in Maths.
I worked hard for my A in SPM.
I was the only sister left in the classroom during one particular quiz.
I didn't sleep nights during examination and eat once a day.
I was frustrated because my room mate was good in Maths, but it is not her fault.
I didn't score well in mid term.
I hate myself, really.
I hate myself.
You won't understand what I felt, what am I feeling right now.
I hate it when people asks, so please don't.
If you think that you have to read my blog to know what I feel, it is just wrong.
If I can hide my emotions really well in real world, why shouldn't I hide it in my blog?
No one, will know.