So, I just received the results for the IELTS yesterday.
A tiny part in me wanted to brag everywhere, but then the major vigilant part came and slapped it dead. Keep your eyes on the road and never stop crawling forward you worthless piece of shit! The score is not that high and don’t you dare think that you had achieved anything. Things like this, everyone had already accomplished three years ago.
Several weeks ago, I had a episode (I think?). After the combo of 13RW, the notorious suicidal song Gloomy Sunday and LỖI, my mentality broke down. I called my darling girl for help, but the more I talked to her, the more I realized how different we have became. I’ve been in denial for so long, refused to admit the end of this relationship.
Hey darling, ask me how much I got for the IELTS. Then smile, praise me, hug me and tell me I’d done well, please?