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I’m sorry, mom and dad, for not becoming the son you deserved. You gave me your time, your trust, your care… everything you could. And still, I couldn’t turn it into something you’d be proud of.

For the past few years, I’ve been feeling this weight that I don’t deserve what you’ve done for me. Not because you did anything wrong… but because I couldn’t do enough with it. That thought keeps coming back again and again.

Even now, while writing this, I feel like I should cry… but I can’t. It’s like everything is stuck inside me, and I don’t even know how to let it out anymore.

In 10th, I scored 55%, even after preparing. It felt like I failed you there.
In 11th, 66%… and instead of fixing things, I stayed the same.
Now in 12th, I don’t even know what result will come, and that uncertainty is eating me.

It’s not just studies. I look at myself and don’t see anything I’m proud of. No strong skills, no real achievements, nothing that makes me feel like I’ve done something right. I tried in my own way, but maybe it wasn’t enough… or maybe I didn’t try the right way.

You both still stand by me, still support me, still hope for me… and that’s what hurts the most, because I feel like I keep falling short of that hope.

I’m not blaming you. I know this is on me. I just feel like I couldn’t become what I was supposed to be.

If there’s another life, I hope you both get a better child someone who makes things easier for you, someone you don’t have to worry about like this.

I’m sorry… and thank you for everything.

I’m sorry, mom and dad, for not becoming the son you deserved. You gave me your time, your trust, your care… everything you could. And still, I couldn’t turn it into something you’d be proud of.

For the past few years, I’ve been feeling this weight that I don’t deserve what you’ve done for me. Not because you did anything wrong… but because I couldn’t do enough with it. That thought keeps coming back again and again.

Even now, while writing this, I feel like I should cry… but I can’t. It’s like everything is stuck inside me, and I don’t even know how to let it out anymore.

In 10th, I scored 55%, even after preparing. It felt like I failed you there.
In 11th, 66%… and instead of fixing things, I stayed the same.
Now in 12th, I don’t even know what result will come, and that uncertainty is eating me.

It’s not just studies. I look at myself and don’t see anything I’m proud of. No strong skills, no real achievements, nothing that makes me feel like I’ve done something right. I tried in my own way, but maybe it wasn’t enough… or maybe I didn’t try the right way.

You both still stand by me, still support me, still hope for me… and that’s what hurts the most, because I feel like I keep falling short of that hope.

I’m not blaming you. I know this is on me. I just feel like I couldn’t become what I was supposed to be.

If there’s another life, I hope you both get a better child someone who makes things easier for you, someone you don’t have to worry about like this.

I’m sorry… and thank you for everything.

I’m sorry, mom and dad, for not becoming the son you deserved. You gave me your time, your trust, your care… everything you could. And still, I couldn’t turn it into something you’d be proud of.

For the past few years, I’ve been feeling this weight that I don’t deserve what you’ve done for me. Not because you did anything wrong… but because I couldn’t do enough with it. That thought keeps coming back again and again.

Even now, while writing this, I feel like I should cry… but I can’t. It’s like everything is stuck inside me, and I don’t even know how to let it out anymore.

In 10th, I scored 55%, even after preparing. It felt like I failed you there.
In 11th, 66%… and instead of fixing things, I stayed the same.
Now in 12th, I don’t even know what result will come, and that uncertainty is eating me.

It’s not just studies. I look at myself and don’t see anything I’m proud of. No strong skills, no real achievements, nothing that makes me feel like I’ve done something right. I tried in my own way, but maybe it wasn’t enough… or maybe I didn’t try the right way.

You both still stand by me, still support me, still hope for me… and that’s what hurts the most, because I feel like I keep falling short of that hope.

I’m not blaming you. I know this is on me. I just feel like I couldn’t become what I was supposed to be.

If there’s another life, I hope you both get a better child someone who makes things easier for you, someone you don’t have to worry about like this.

I’m sorry… and thank you for everything.