"Well, you were doing so good in the beginning—if you just tried harder and practiced more, everything will come back."
That's what they say as they try to twist your inability into incompetence. They don't see the tiredness of your frame, trying to force yourself upright when your skeleton is all shaky and falling apart. How many people can relate to trying to force ink onto paper in midst of a dry spell, to solve an new equation when your brain freezes around the algebra, to understand a theory when your foundation is loose.
Sure, a few weeks ago writing came as easy to you as the blood flowing through your veins. Sure, a few weeks ago you could spit back numbers in your sleep. Sure, a few weeks ago you mastered that concept in a glance. But there are just some days where you feel like you can't amount to anything at all, where you get all the answers wrong, where forcing yourself out of bed is the biggest accomplishment of the day. And you need to accept that it's okay to have those "bad days".
There will always that the pressure looming over your head; failure will feel like a hatchet gleaming above ready to drop and decapitate you. It's like you're purposely swallowing poison without a word until you're ready combust. You strive to be the perfect kid, the perfect student, the perfect friend, and in the end we're none of those things because we are (fortunately or unfortunately) all human.
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