You'd think that at some point, everyone's life takes a turn for calmer waters and settles down, and gets more peaceful. Not everyone's though, there are people to whom the saying "No rest for the wicked" wholly applies. After a whole year of taking crap from teachers and working my ass off, I go through the exam session, and come out the other side all torn up and broken, just to get into another exam session. I guess that's life's way of letting me know my place, and killing any semblance of a dream I might get. More confused now than ever and I'm just exploding with all the hate I keep bottled up inside. It's getting to the point where it's distorting my perception of reality, twisting and reshaping everything around me into a reflection of what's inside the rotting halls of my mind. Spent a week locked up inside my room, toil away, alone in the dark, studying hundreds upon hundreds of pages. No tv, no comp, no net, no music... just the damn papers and the info, and all the tricks a mind plays when it's fed daily with too much isolation. No GODDAMN REST FOR THE FUCKIN' WICKED... well I'm sick and fed up of/with everything. I just wanna go to bed and wake up in happier circumstances... like that'll be the day. More updates to come.
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