48: Hold On











There's always light at the end of the tunnel. Or is there?

People've been telling me I look emo. That I look sad, angry, stressed. Maybe I am. It seems that every single day I wake up, I'm on the right side of bed, wrong side of life.

I keep getting nightmares about my results. That I got 17/30 for my Act of Kindness essay. That I used every vocabulary word wrongly. I keep thinking that I'll get 43% for English. I keep thinking that I'll get a C for History and Chinese. A D7 for Lit.

I don't know. I've wanted to say this for a really long time. I don't really know if its right. Last night when I walked into WEB a gigantic grin spread across my face. As I left, all I could think was: I need time alone. Web isn't what it used to be. I don't know if its for the better or for worse. I feel that we've become worse people. That the Word of God isn't all what it seems.

Why is there no straight answer on this earth? Why is there absolutely no definite SOMETHING?

"Excuse me," Alex said again, words that were no longer polite discourse, but a plea for absolution.
-19 Minutes, Jodi Picoult.