Hurt a Friend

I think I hurt a friend’s feeling because of my persistent idiotic attitude. I myself don’t know what came into me and did that stupid thing. I know that I am upset and disappointed over the result I got on my defense. And I know what I did was wrong. I should’ve poured my disappointment into his poetry and picked on him like that. And I also know that my longing would never be filled on anyway so why bother comparing and thinking of it, yet, I did. I could stop myself from hoping yet, I still do… Stupid me, I know. 🙁

About the disappointment, yes, I humbly admit that I am not satisfied with what I got. I was given a chance to revise what I did until Monday. Yet, I got a really bad Prelim and Midterm grade in my ISM course that I need to really get a ultra high grade to cope up. And because of it, I couldn’t revise my project.

I feel devastated,
I feel dreadful.
I feel stupid,
Yet, I am hopeful.

I wanted to stop,
I couldn’t help myself.
I wanted to scream,
Yet, I contain it all.