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the cause of escapism is simple: a person who’s seeking solace during times of distress. recently, i find myself constantly evading those demeaning thoughts regarding results day — i’ve been going out, helping out with house chores, watching movies, basically filling my day with tasks so that i won’t have time to myself. my results has always been one of my off-limit topics, as discussing or even simply thinking about it only serves to tear me down and make me feel inadequate. i don’t like (or rather, hate) feeling this way because i begin isolating myself from the ones who care about me the most and i end up inadvertently hurting them. to make matters worse, i’ve never been outstanding in any way, so anything that’s academic-related is rife with uncertainty. i really wish i was as smart as the people around me so that i’d worry a little less…
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