its my first happy A on my result slip.
and i should share the news with you first, but i texted my mom instead.

life works in a way when relations and situations arent working very well outside, you turn to the refuge of your family. which in my case, is very true. but how ironic it is because you were the one who helped me through this horrific ordeal of project work. my mom dont even know what 'pw' means. you've been the one who understood the difficulties i had with my teammates, how annoyed i am with myself every now and then, the reason why i left school for no reason one day, too frustrated for words that make sense. i can write a list of things you do, and count the times you have been there, and you will probably see why i love you, but maybe you will not understand it now. do you recall however late the replies, how absent you were for tormenting days and nights, i still know you try. but, what now?

i am too blinded by sights of love and happiness around me that my ideas have turned false.