“Inconveniences isn’t excuses for incompetence, sickness is just weakness in the coat of pity”

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Another day passed, my mind still buried in those words that wouldn’t let go.

it’s cold outside, really cold for my skin. I felt tired, that’s unfortunate but inevitable... you can’t sleep your way out of sickness nor will your positivity cover it like how you covered your incompetence.

Oh well, today is indeed peaceful, i doesn’t have to go for extra classes in the evening today, that’s fortunate especially when my head felt like it’s getting hold by fingertips and my eyes burn like as if i’ve cried earlier, crying take effort to and i? The only effort im giving to anything is the CO2 im producing from my lungs.

But still, crying isn’t a sign of weakness, it’s the sign of will, that you are strong enough to show your emotions openly... and that’s a critical mistake i almost made.

His words stung, it’s like piercing through me, i felt exposed underneath the fabric on my skin, and he just wanted the best for i or something.

Those words even from months ago still haunted me, sitting in class and taking notes as i should when suddenly, it aches like someone just gutted me. Oh how sad, tears swelled up in my ears but i hold still or they would questioned me, and questions demand the answers I couldn’t put the efforts to give.

Now laying here, i can feel the incompetence that he was talking about, but what can i do? Change took effort and I couldn’t care enough to be a better me.