Maybe I will repeat the exam and continue my course after all. I was never really led to believe that I’m capable of doing anything I put my mind to, and so, I’m not.
Sure it’s only a life right? It doesn’t matter if I never find myself, or if I’m never happy. Nobody really is anyway. My parents aren’t. They’re trying to convince me that materialism and a high-paying job are the way to go, and it doesn’t even satisfy them. Despite all the luxuries they shower on themselves, they’re still empty. They’re still just killing time until time kills them.
But maybe that’s all I can really hope for.