The title quite says it all.
Half of my fate has been written on 13 friggin papers that by far, never seemed to fail in driving me mad. I thought A-Level was okay till the exam came.
And not to mention the dreadful Physics 2 and Mechanics 2. I feel like a retard right after answering those. Oh world, I am so hoping that the boundaries would be too low to compensate for. I would be dead if its the other way around.
Yes, of all the things that are going through my mind right now, A-Level seems to occupy most. I really wanna fly high, I am really wanna begin anew, I need this so so bad.
So so bad that maybe it would hurt me if . . . And above all, I really wanna help my family to overcome everything that we've gone through. That's what I thought, at least that's what I could do for them.
Because all these lives, for all I've done; I did for them.
P/S: I need a retelling in a way I like for half of my fate. Hello A2.