I failed it again.
I don’t want to think about it anymore.
I’m a bad driver, but the examiner was really stingy so I don’t think I could’ve done any better.
Also my family’s really messed up (as I’m sure are other families, probably due to Chinese culture). It just hit me that if you come home crying, there’s no one to cry to. In my family, you consider crying annoying and leave that person alone until they’re done with their tantrum. There are very little displays of love in my household. But I’m sure I’m not alone. There are many, many broken families out there. Why can’t we just love?
Maybe that’s why I’m so obsessed with love. Because it’s been missing from me my entire life.
Because I’m so often unloved, I choose to love instead.
Ugh. I’m just going to go and play some video games. Take my mind off the sadness. And when this terrible headache (that came with the crying) goes away, I’ll look forward to the future with a bright smile on my face. It hurts now. But pain, along with sadness, is only temporary.
I need some ice cream.