Mind-fucked

It all started with one drawing.

It's bad enough.

It was the most quietest moment.

Yet, it was the most conscious period of time.

Emotions were unbearable.

The embarrassment, the anger, the sadness, the guilt.

Everything.

Everything held within the walls of the office.

I couldn't describe the feelings I was feeling then.

It scares me.

The shiver, the deep breath.

The uncontrolled tears.

And why, all because of her.

She threatened me.

To make me learn my lesson.

The fear is still in me.

I would definitely not do it again.

Not because I know what's so wrong about it, but instead, because I am scared.

Afraid to get my mind-blown again.

Words.

It slowly affected me.

From my physical into my mental.

Until I couldn't think properly.

She made me feel embarrassed.

She made me feel angry at myself.

She made me feel disappointed with myself.

She made me feel guilty for my parents.

She used mind tricks.

I wasn't prepared.

I went in.

So that's the whole purpose of education?

To transfer information through psychological doings?

Can you imagine how hard it is to make a 17 year old boy cry?

And can you imagine how she did it?

She never make me reflect upon the incidents, but instead about my own life.

She made me feel like a loser.

That I am sick in my mind.

That I am not deserving to be in the house comm.

You won.

I lost.

But that doesn't matter.

Because you opened my eyes to the different kinds of people in the world.

You taught me a lesson.

An invaluable lesson.

If I could get somewhere without education, I wouldn't even care.

But it's because my parents are counting on me.

I need to work hard for them.

Not for myself.

I don't see the point of education.

Or rather, Singapore's education.

But friends, I survived.

I will grow stronger.

I didn't get expelled, suspended, dropped out of house comm.

Nothing.

Merely a warning letter and CWO.

But if I really get expelled for vandalism, it just reflects how retarded the school system is.

The whole thing just made me feel like a loser.

That I had to plead for second chances.

I'm badly affected.

Thanks to you.

On a side note, thanks to those who listened to me or cheered me up.

Really appreciate.

Thanks Edbert for the solutions.