na'dah'bad
it’s not that bad, it’s just bad enough to make you want to punch the wall but you’re too lazy to do it
My math test was na'dah'bad. I got a 67 and my mom said I was still a disappointment.
The chicken nuggets were na'dah'bad. They were soggy, cold, and had a weird aftertaste like regret.
My cousin’s TikTok dance was na'dah'bad. It was okay, but it also felt like a cry for help.