I am sharing my story here for anyone who might listen, because I am completely exhausted."

First of all, hello. I am 18 years old. I don't know if anyone will find my story strange or not, but I truly hope you won't judge me or downplay what I'm going through. I was studying at school and took my exams, but I failed twice. After the second attempt, I actually passed all subjects except for one. Even the very first time, I passed everything and only failed one subject. The subject I failed the first time was the hardest one. The second time around, I managed to pass that extremely hard subject, but I failed a slightly easier one—well, not easy, but still quite difficult. My family was waiting for me to bring them joy and make them happy. If I had told them I failed a second time, they would have been shocked. I simply didn't know what to say, so I told them I passed. They were so happy. But deep down, I knew that no matter how much time passes, the truth always comes out. Nothing stays hidden forever; secrets don't just disappear. On top of that, there was a teacher who truly believed in me. He kept encouraging me, saying, "I trust you, you are going to pass!" Having him say that put an overwhelming amount of pressure on me—it felt like a burden stacked on top of my existing stress. In the end, I failed for the third time. My family still thinks I only failed once because I never told them about the second or third attempts. In their minds, their son took the exam and passed. Now, I am terrified of breaking their hearts. Revealing the truth feels deeply painful. Some people might view this as a minor problem, but when you are the one living through it, it feels heavy and exhausting. People might say, "You're still young, you have time," offering basic advice that doesn't really help. What is the point of telling someone if it changes nothing? To make matters worse, those who studied with me and failed along with me the third time are also stuck. I honestly don't understand what is happening to me, and I am completely overwhelmed. I don't even have a single person I can truly open up to. It feels practically impossible nowadays to find a genuine friend—someone you can just sit with over a cup of tea or coffee and share your real struggles with without reservation. I have prayed thousands of times. I reached a point where I begged, "Lord, take years off my life, take half my lifespan, just let me pass this exam." I know no one lives forever, but out of sheer desperation, I was willing to trade years of my life just to succeed. I also heard about a rule or law in this country: if a student passes all subjects except one, they can still move on to the next academic year. I went to a large educational authority/center—a place designed for schooling and career guidance—to ask about this. They told me they don't handle those specific rules directly, but if the school principal approves, it might be possible. Honestly, I feel that my principal is biased—in my view, she is discriminatory. My Spanish teacher was also the most prejudiced teacher I