"GRADE DOESN'T MEAN ANYTHING." 

YES IT DOESN'T BUT NOW? I FEEL LIKE CRYING. SERIOUSLY THERE'S NO NEED TO SAY A THING OVER MY FAILURE. I KNOW THAT I'M NOT INTELLIGENT, NOT A DILIGENT BUT I'VE TRIED EVERYTHING TO MAKE YOU SMILE! I'VE DONE EVERYTHING INCLUDING STUDIES SOMETHING BEYOND MY WANTS AND NEEDS. YOU'VE NEVER TRIED TO UNDERSTAND. WHENEVER I SAID I WANT TO CONTINUE IN ARTS, YOU OBJECTED! SAYING THAT IT'S NOT GOOD FOR MY FUTURE. NOW WHAT? I'M STILL JOBLESS, I STILL HAVE NOTHING. COULDN'T YOU SEE HOW PAIN MY HEART IS, RIGHT NOW? 

I'M NOT SAYING THAT I HATE EVERYTHING THAT I'VE LEARNT, I DID GET INFORMATION, KNOWLEDGES, LEARNED SOMETHING NEW BUT DEEP INSIDE ME. I'M STILL KEEPING A HOPE, HOPE TO ACHIEVE MY DREAMS. ART IS MY SOUL. YOU DO KNOW THAT. 

I STILL REMEMBER THE WORDS THAT YOU ONCE SPAT ON MY FACE. SAYING THAT YOU WANNA THROW OUT ALL MY SKETCHES AND SKETCHPAD BUT I SAID NOTHING. I CRIED AND CRIED. NO ONE COULD ACTUALLY UNDERSTAND MY NEEDS. 

I CAN SURVIVE MY LIFE IF I WERE MEANT TO BE ALONE BUT WITH PENCILS AND SKETCHPADS. THEY ARE MY FRIENDS, MY MATES AND SOMEONE THAT I COULD LEAN ON, COUNT ON. 

ENOUGH SAID. I'M HURT TODAY, HURT SO MUCH. THANKS TO YOU.