| Morningstar |
| Tuesday, February 21, 2006 |
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Failure. Loser. Quitter. People associate those with me nowadays. I hardly have any strength left to fight it. Fight them. Fight the war that has been declared unto me by my lecturers. Pick on me, will you? Fucking academics. I am a goddamn wolf, trapped in a corner by hunters and dogs. Biting and snapping at everything that comes close. I am dead. I just don't know it yet. So I keep fighting a futile battle against my destiny. Its funny though. The day I was supposed to wake up for the FMS interview, I slept through. They, the system, threw me into a course that I hardly wanted and I.Didn't.Say.A.Word. I wish I did sometimes these days. Oh well. POSTED AT 1:05 AM |
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