Ain't no sunshine.

Fridays are the best days of the week. Not.
Script checking was crap. For once, I actually found all the mid year papers manageable, and was pretty confident. Oh wow.
Failed cheena. I really thought I had a good chance of passing, but oh well.
It's cheena. Expected. Extremely demoralizing.

English was even worse, cried in the hall. Was so disappointed (It's english!) in myself and upset. The marks, the essays, are still somehow stuck in my mind.
Emo for the whole day. I don't know how the heck they marked the stupid stituational and compo. I can't be bothered to elaborate, but got an effing B3 overall.
When was the last time I got B3 for freaking english? Coudn't stop crying.
Amath didn't get any better. Was relieved that I passed, but honestly, in comparison to other people for other classes, my marks are utter shit.
But I deserved it. It's my fault for not practising.
Cried on the phone again while talking to ange. Thinking about eng and amath keeps making me tear.

Thanks to Ruo Xi for comforting me, my awesome index number partner.

Had no mood for guides, but Ixora bonded. Kinda. Subway with the gang for dinner.
I am not looking forward to Monday anymore.