How I Survived My Soft Girl Academic Breakdown After Getting 2%

 I am mentally traumatized😫. Emotionally confused😣💔. Spiritually cracking like a beautifully fragile glass🍷💔

Today, I feel like screaming my lungs out into a void 👁️👁️. Why??!!. Because I got 2%. Two😭💔

Oh, the horror 🤧. The disrespect 😭. The tragedy of my soft little academic ego 😭😭💔💔.

In all my 3.5 years of studenting, I have never seen such disgrace 🤧. This paper slapped me across the face with a cold ink that said "2"😵

I'm officially in my soft gurl academic breakdown 😪🤐🫣🖤.

I just want to lie down with some chilled pineapple 🍍, stare at the ceiling and mourn 😓. 

Mourn what exactly 🤔...I don't even know 😫.... just everything 😭💔.

Maybe this is one of those times where a lesson is learnt somewhere 🤧. 

They say failure is a bruise not a tattoo 😭💔.

Maybe I'm overreacting a lil 🖐️🌚.

I need this 😫, I want to scream into a pillow and shout for the angels to hear my whispered tears😭💔.

Could this be my fault 👀?! Probably 🤧

Everyone is dissing the lecturer though 🥹, maybe I should join them 😶‍🌫. 

Buh even though I'm shocked and in pain, I believe disrespecting someone won't bring any healing🤞🤎.

 It's just noise 🗣️💔..... unnecessary noise to be precise 😑🗣️💔.

And the truth is, I'll forget about this before tomorrow 🌚💅. Though I got 2%🥹, I'm dramatically okay with it 🫶💕. 

I'm cracking like glass, but healing like gold 🤭🪙. 

Because setbacks are not full stops, they're commas✅💕

2% Bruised Me....Not Broke Me💋💗