Yea, I know I am. You can't help it but I can't.
I'm sorry.
While others got their smiles, I got my tears. While others got their report book, I got to return my book without looking at my slip.
I felt like a loser.
I'm sorry I suck at my Sciences. I'm sorry I suck at my studies. I'm sorry that I feel sorry for myself. I know you're holding on to an Alevel certificate that has brought you to somewhere. I'm sorry I'm not as good as you.
I have my own strength and weaknesses. My aim in life is not to get a great certificate. Yes, that I have got to admit. My aim in life has never been about good grades, it has always been about me living it well. And currently, I don't think I'm doing it greatly.
Your words cut me deep. I bet you realise how I cried in your class because you stopped staring at my place like you always do. I'm sorry I'm a disappointment to your career. I'm sorry if I'm the first person in your class to do really badly. I'm sorry that I lack of 'villi' as you said, to absorb all the notes you asked me to memorise.
And you, your words are your prayers. You know what they say. "Your mother's words are prayer's for you."
I'm sorry I suck. I know.