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My tutor can f*ck off.
We had a conversation two weeks ago, I know long time but hey, one to one. Private convo and in this convo, she carefully, and I say carefully because without having to even say the actually words, she told me that uni isn't my thing. That the work I have been putting my f*cking back into, isn't worth it to get into uni. She then says that I should look into other uni's to apply to because I won't be able to get a B as my overall grade to get into uni.
However, she continues on to smooth it out but stating that I'm doing better than last year. But that isn't going to do sh*t. Other than that, that's my update on life and I'm still wanting to slip into a coma.
Depressolit out