Well, it's been awhile since I've updated, but I don't see the point. I guess I'm just here to finally vent and break down. I finally get my report card and I nearly passed all of my classes. I ended up failing my AP World History class, but who said that I didn't see this coming.
Thing is, it doesn't bug me that it's the first time I've ever, and I mean EVER failed a class before. Nor does the fact that I'm probably the only student in my entire sophomore class to fail the AP class strikes my nerve. Even the fact that I didn't do a single god-damn doesn't phase me. What troubles me is that I was falling, dying inside, and my family still continued to make me feel like s**t. Actually, that would be too harsh on my account. They knew about my problems. It's just that they didn't do much about it besides just talking to me. I know that my parents are trying to help me, but don't they know that they were only making things worse?
It's funny actually. Whenever I had a problem, I would always turn it into motivation for my studies. I took pride in the confidence of getting things right the first few times without the need for review afterwards. I was always calm at points when people were at the stage where they think it's a matter of life or death and I was always the one to give comfort and aide. People would always comment on my abilities, saying that I was always one of the few that could understand the complexity of a problem, when all along, I was a problem waiting to happen.
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Fantasies of a Dreamer
I am xXaurora_dreamerXx and these are the daily fantasies (or friggin nightmares) that happen through the course of my life.
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