Please tell me it's okay that I just failed a class. I came this far, then bombed a big project and it's an automatic fail. I had to drop the class.
FUCK YES. ITS OKAY TO FAIL.
Sometimes we try and try and try but in the end we still fail. I honestly have been there so many times.
I did an assignment for cognition last year. I started on the first day and spend A LOT of time on it. Guess what? I got 10%.
I did a stats test before and I spend a shit load of time studying and doing past papers. Guess what? I got 0. A big fucking zero.
I spent 4 years swimming and going to every single training session. Guess what? At every race I got LAST PLACE.
I spend 2 years doing table tennis. Every session we had competitions against my team mates who were 4 years younger then me. Guess what? I lost every session, every competition to EVERYONE.
When I fail, I literally sob my eyes out because it fucking hurts. It hurts because I have tried so hard and got nothing. It hurts because everyone who tried less seemed to have done much better then me. So then I start asking myself “why do I even bother trying?!”
And then slowly these things will start creeping up on me:
If I didn’t try then I might have failed worse
There is literally no where to go but up now
Now I know where I went wrong. Now I can try TWICE as hard.
Fuck this piece of paper. In the end its just a piece of paper. I am alive and well and I am not going to let a piece of paper to defeat me.
Whatever it takes. Even if I fail again, I am going to crawl back up on my hands and knees.
Does it work? Honestly, sometimes. Failure still hurts but I am crawling up. I am crying but I am still going. Tomorrow, I will wake up having failed but it will hurt less. Tomorrow I will try and try and try again.


















