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I want to just walk onto my balcony and fling myself off the side! My mom just got my report card and saw my failed Chemistry class, and gave me the "What are you going to do with your life and why don't you try" speech. And I'm being blamed for the theft of a ******** chalk eraser, among many of my outstanding problems. Why am I even staying in the sciences, I ******** hate them now! There is too much pressure and I can't take it anymore. My mom asked what I'm gonna do once I get to U of T and my marks are not competitive. Well 1. If my marks weren't competitive to begin with I wouldn't get in, and 2. if that did happen maybe I would just do what other U of T students do, commit suicide out of the feeling of failing to achieve the hope and dreams that their parents have set for them! ********! I don't even know what to do anymore, I've been doing the sciences for so long I have no other opportunities because I didn't take the ******** prerequisites! It makes me wish that my plane ******** crashes! Because a dead person doesn't need to worry about university of a future.
Edit: I just did a very bad thing... I'm such a hypocrit stare
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