Don’t get me wrong—I love my current life, almost. I surely don’t believe in whatever stuffs such as living life to the fullest when I can’t even fill the empty spaces in me and don’t ever look back in life because surely in one certain moment you have to stop and turn around—to realize where you have walked and been once. Come on, I don’t believe these craps about optimistic views of life.
Surely this is the reason why I feel like I am better in solitary than in the companion of dearest people who seem to care about me. I don’t know how to explain but this is hard. I am not comfortable with the eyes that stare down at me, the voices that call out for my name and even worst, the thoughts about me in their minds. I am not a laughing stock nor am I a person who would like to stay in a mind of somebody else, thank you very much.
Journalism’s friends are as awesome as they could ever be. I love each and every one of them so freaking much, I can’t express with words. I love my Introduction to Journalism’s, so very much of course but I can’t say the same with my Basic English 2 class or my Introduction to Media Studies and Communication or Contemporary Business class. As for Public Relation’s class, let’s just say I have given up completely on that one.
Mid-term is next week. F*cking awesome—I haven’t even revise my previous earlier chapters well and now here comes the unwanted mid-term examination. I hate every little detail about this pressure. Even today’s quiz during Journalism’s class almost cracked my skull into two and a mid-term coming up? I am surely going to die of severe brain damage.
Public Relation and its upcoming event—of which happened to be conducted by our class. Oh great, a great addition into my sufferings. I am in charge of publicity (of which I wish I haven’t been in charge of anything at all) which mean, I need to tell the whole wide world (okay, this is an exaggerated sarcasm) about this charity dinner for the unfortunate orphans. I love the aims and the objectives but I hate the whole work thingy going on. I didn’t even attend the meeting on Monday and here I am, expecting a hell out of Thursday coming up tomorrow.
What else do I have to rant about? Ah, my college’s administration is making a bit riot over our PTPTN loan with the students. Oh damn it, such a renown college but you can’t even solve this problem with your students properly. You are making holes out of everyone’s head, dear hateful college. What the f*cking hell is wrong with you that our students have to take the serious act to catch your attention to hear to what we have to say? Damn you, college. Do us, students, have to do this to make you give us the wanted explanation?
Just pray for me that I will continue to live for at least another week before I decay into nothing but bitter memories.
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