The only reason that I hold on

"You can spend minutes, hours, days, weeks, even months analyzing a situation, trying to put the pieces together, justifying what could’ve, should’ve, or would’ve happened. Or you can just put the pieces on the floor and move the fuck on."

I failed Math 2.
FAILED Math.
35% for MATH.

There goes my H2 Math.
There goes BCME.
There goes medicine.
There goes mission.

I lose things, lose marks, lose results, lose interviews, lose opportunities,
Lose friends, lose dreams, lose hopes, lose fighting spirit, lose goals,
And I'm on the verge of losing myself.

So what else can I lose, except for my life?

I don't like what I'm [seemingly] succeeding,
And I'm not succeeding in what I like.
I can't keep those I love near me, safe and sound, and happy.
I lost my teammates, batchmates.
I can try forever and all that I get is nothing but the line,
Loser, why are you still trying?

Everyone's good at something, if not studying.
I'm not good at anything.
Don't say basketball, everyone has gotten into team for at least once in their 3-4 years, except for the loser here.
Don't say studies, or explain to me why I am failing Math. Nope, paper's too hard's not a reason.
Don't say WSC, I screwed up econs cos I couldn't think fast enough. And now I'm scared of it, I don't want to approach it anymore.
I can't really think of anymore atm.

I am driving myself crazy.

"Pain is temporary. Quitting lasts forever." -Lance Armstrong

Thus, I am NOT wallowing in self-pity, I am studying for Biology.
Because I promised her.
And if I can finish all my notes by today, I'll go out tomorrow. Maybe it'll take my mind off Math.
Cos I thought I was suicidal on the bus home just now.