Uh, I’m done.
No, I am not going to talk about any of the shit that happened yesterday. I’ve had enough of it before I left school and I’ll never get the hang of it. Yesterday was horrible. But one thing’s for sure, I’m fucking done defending what I needed to defend —and I am aware that I’m being emotional right now. Fuckit. What happened yesterday doesn’t assure us that I will be graduating this May. I still have Internship to fuck on and fuck those TV Stations for not calling us back right away. I really wanna give up, you know. But I do have dreams and I don’t wanna be a disappointment. My parents are quite sure that I will graduate on December, without hard feelings, mind you—oh, no. I will do everything just to make it possible to march on the World Trade Center this May. Mark it.
