I'm fighting for something I seriously don't want to be. A Cubicle Serf.
Think about it. A few years ago, degrees were rare, so everyone looked upon them as gods. But now its population inversion. So what's the next rarity?
Fuck the grades. The stories of people being successful? Who knows what happened to the rest.
When all hope abandons you, abandon all hope. When you know you're dying, you don't hope to live. You write your own obituary and make your own personalized coffin.
Likewise, plan your next best alternative and bloody mean it.
i stand, not falling
i bleed, the demons
I divorce, the taunting acts of violence
I divorce, the pastime of jealousy
I divorce, the love bled meaningless
I divorce, the makeshift harmony
