Exhaustion.

Who the fuck,
dozes off in the afternoon while reading a novel,
with music blaring in the background?

Which noob can actually fall asleep while engaged in such activities?
WHO THE FUCK!?

Me, apparently.
Goes to show how bad I'm taking school life.
Damn O levels.

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Apparently,
the true measure for how successful a person
is,
is how many people (whom you do not come into contact with)
hate you.

I am,
damn successful.
There seems to be a large proportion of losers out there,
who I've never known,
or haven't spoken to in the last 3 months,
who have decided that they hate me.

Going around spreading fallacies about me,
or outright opposition of my actions.



I feel damn honored.