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?
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...
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