Well, the sad part is just a minor problem...

Earlier today, our Math teacher handed us our homework we returned, and it showed our grades. Then I saw something written on my paper "See Me Please"

I gulped, I knew I was in trouble because I'm terrible at math.

After class, I approached our math teacher with the paper, I showed it to her and somehow, I felt a bit anxious and scared.

She started explaining to me what happened or what I did wrong, and somehow, I started to tell myself bad things and started to cry. Then she noticed me and luckily she's a nice teacher and told me that it's ok. She asked if I could visit her at lunch or nutrition to finish my other homework. I quickly agreed because I knew I wasn't gonna be able to pass this without her.

Luckily, PE made the day better because I met up with my friends. But the day was tiring, but worth it.

I'm it good at Math that's why. I never was.

I only knew them because I needed help. And I'm dependent than ever...