full-fucking-frontal.
ok, if you've not noticed, this is the 5th post on a sunday today.
anyway, i've worked real hard for this. harder than usual. so i fucking deserve every single point i'll get for this essay. i say this with conviction because i scored the lowest in class for the last essay and besides, i need it. fuck, it was the worst ever in my life even.
i wonder how different people would react if they got my score for that 1st ever essay in poly. i can imagine some crying, afew cursing, afew complaining till the moon burns, one saying its the end of time. i see no point in doing all this. brooding over things that won't change.
i don't know. maybe i don't know how to lose. thats why im able to just chuck everything aside. im even not sure if thats supposed to be good in anyway possible. i only tell myself do better next time and if i dont, well i just dont.
somethings have to be taken at face value. its good to know the juicier details of why you did so. but they only do so much. don't they?
i've fucked up enough to know that there's always another time. i can always retake the module if needed.
fucking hell thats scary.
i've not seen the rather infamous competitive streak in my classmates. which is good, i hope. i can't remember which guy telling me his classmates won't even tell him the day's homework. if that day ever comes to me. if it does, i'm fucking hell screwed as the cockroach who came across my path earlier.
i've been cheated. all this while. till today. more or less, between the 3 of us, i'm the biggest loser. i can't believe i actually believed that it was over, knowing so fucking well it wasnt. well you both know that i'll get back at you. and i'll get back at you hard. so fucking hard that I'll regret doing it. it will come.
thank you. thank you for your time.
do come back, im more cheerful most of the time.
anyway, i've worked real hard for this. harder than usual. so i fucking deserve every single point i'll get for this essay. i say this with conviction because i scored the lowest in class for the last essay and besides, i need it. fuck, it was the worst ever in my life even.
i wonder how different people would react if they got my score for that 1st ever essay in poly. i can imagine some crying, afew cursing, afew complaining till the moon burns, one saying its the end of time. i see no point in doing all this. brooding over things that won't change.
i don't know. maybe i don't know how to lose. thats why im able to just chuck everything aside. im even not sure if thats supposed to be good in anyway possible. i only tell myself do better next time and if i dont, well i just dont.
somethings have to be taken at face value. its good to know the juicier details of why you did so. but they only do so much. don't they?
i've fucked up enough to know that there's always another time. i can always retake the module if needed.
fucking hell thats scary.
i've not seen the rather infamous competitive streak in my classmates. which is good, i hope. i can't remember which guy telling me his classmates won't even tell him the day's homework. if that day ever comes to me. if it does, i'm fucking hell screwed as the cockroach who came across my path earlier.
i've been cheated. all this while. till today. more or less, between the 3 of us, i'm the biggest loser. i can't believe i actually believed that it was over, knowing so fucking well it wasnt. well you both know that i'll get back at you. and i'll get back at you hard. so fucking hard that I'll regret doing it. it will come.
thank you. thank you for your time.
do come back, im more cheerful most of the time.
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