cried my eyes out already and my eyes were all swollen on the next day, it was indeed a sad news, very sad. but it's okay. breathe in breathe out. we'll just try the rayuan and hoping for the best. *repeat in the head* it's not the end of everything. ************************************************* Update; they've accepted my rayuan and alhamdulillah I got this scholarship. Even though it's not the course that I wanted (actuarial science), at least I got to lessen the burden of my parents, right? Plus, I got Information System/Management (both of my parents are working under this bidang so my parents would help me in some situations in the future, right?) Moral of the story; try again, do not give up on yourself. Believe in second chances. And of course thanks to those who helped me with the rayuan essay. I did my essay in Bahasa Melayu (which I cringed a lot while writing it) it was 350 words and worth writing la. I put all my heart and soul inside
that sudden series of mental breakdowns, shortness of breaths, and panic attacks came without failure every end of each trimester. It sucks. Feel like running away but where do i go? It’s a series of tears-rolling without actually knowing when will i stop, can i pick or will i pick myself up. *long sigh* where else i can be besides being on the prayer mat; sujud and crying? Isn’t that the best option?
so happy for you!
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