I'm done but this is the worst feeling in the world. I went in fully confident and thinking that I'd be out in 30 minutes with a decent test score but I failed. I am depressed and I don't want to talk to anybody. DON'T TALK TO ME! NOOOO! DON'T STARE AT ME! ugh. Don't call me. I'll call you if I feel like chilling with you or remember you. If I don't call you, just assume that I don't remember you. Don't get butt-hurt. hohohoh. Now, no one will feel offended because nobody wants to be labeled butt-hurt. Jigguhz. I am sad.
God is good. All the time. Even when I feel lower than the scum on the poop on the feet of a pig.
2 comments:
awww. ricardo. it's ok. maybe you could talk to your professor? if that doesn't fly though, it's still okay... like you said, God is good. this is just one test, one class, out of your entire life and God is going to use you to glorify his name no matter what!
oooh, no wonder you yelled at me. but yeah, i dunno if this'll make you feel any better, but i know EXACTLY how you feel. i feel ya brotha.
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