M:I:4

Of all the shit that happens, yj's promotional criteria has to be tougher than others. Daily work is being taken into account too - I'm more than screwed. I honestly can't recall when was the last time I genuinely sat down to complete a given assignment. I'm not leaving the rickety ol' place at the ancient age of 20.

There is an exorbitant amount of assholes out there and its just my luck I meet about half of the douchebags in my school. Its disheartening to be aware of the snide remarks blatantly being made even when you're in the perimeter. What are the intentions? Is there some hidden agenda that I'm not aware of? Or maybe, ironically, the school isn't giving enough assignments to slavedrive these fuckers to fatigue. Get real and desist being prudes, you're still greenhorns to life, we all are.

Had I known earlier, I would have wanted out. Jc cost me my life with you. No doubt, I've made quality friendships and gained some invaluable experience, but you're not on the same track with me. We've swerved to different lanes of the road and as much as I try to deter the inevitable outcome, time restraints me. The days act as a catalyst, as you slowly fade into oblivion. From someone of great importance, I have been degraded to an angsty enemy of yours that you cannot wait to exterminate. 5 days. The deadline draws near. I have yet to prove any concrete evidence of my efforts to pick the pieces up. Suddenly, the world seems to revolve around at a rapid velocity. I can't keep up if you refuse to wait for me.