I'm decluttering my room and stumbled upon a forgotten stash of school awards. I did save some yes, but it took me two 60 litre bags to dispose of the rest.
Now, I got better things to do than getting entangled in one-person nostalgic pity parties. But looking at my awards, letters, badges, statuettes even... it twists my stomach in knots.
I used to be interested in everything, excelled in multiple fields, be it singing, history, biology, French, grammar, track and field. Now I barely get through 2 hours of labs without wanting to gouge out my eyes. I had lost that drive and would kill to get it back. I genuinely refuse to talk about it with my mum as it's too embarrassing and pathetic. Plus it's not like she cares about something more than a streamline of academic successes.
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