I got a 58 in math
I feel like I am wasting my time.
Why do I have to be into something THAT WILL NEVER, EVER, NOT USE IN MY ENTIRE SCHOOL YEAR
why did God made me this way
and also, I cannot get over this. this week has been good until the 58. The past 3 weeks were horrible, Somebody Decided to almost RIP THE COVER off my sketchbook, and I was feeling pretty burned out
I wish I could be smarter in useful stuff, or I wish I could move in a tiny village in the middle of the vast Swedish forests
I wish I was actually worth soemthing
I am crying as im typing this and nothing is calming me
Please get me some postivity