Now that the dust's settled, i still see myself in a dire crisis. Facing the problem of not promoting, yet again. However, this time i feel as if something really impaled me. like a pole-arm thrust by a lancer going at full gallop. It hurts and it feels bad. It's a sharp but slow and agonizing. Humiliating. Mocking. Condescending. Yet in me i still hope for salvation.
The school year is ending soon, and i had (self-proclaimed) initiated the intra-class angel mortal game. It's not well received, from what it looks like. Thought that this (first and) last thing i planned for the class is appreciated. Truth be told, reality checked, it's obviously not.
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