Suddenly 22 feels so old to me, yet I barely scratch the surface of my future, life, whichever.
I've been teaching forever, and it's getting on my nerves already. That one day finally came, the day I'd finally lose my patience. That moment wasn't so bad, not really. I mean, I kinda expected worse, since I'm a natural temper throwing monster. But hell, yes... I think I may have had enough of teaching. I think.
I don't have a social life at all, which would have meant my life is really over. But then again, these peaceful days whereby I don't foresee any social dramas and don't have to listen to never-ending social problems is really something to be grateful for. I barely have friends, not that I don't have any, but somehow my life doesn't seem to fit them or around them anymore. Those friends I used to have. Wow, memory killer much.
I mean, I have your numbers and emails but why bother when your enthusiasm is as fake as the LV bags some people are carrying around.
Did I foresee being such a cynical bitch in denial? Perhaps not, but here I am.
Fat hope, fat wish, fat me.
Right.
Gotta go, be back when I feel like it again.
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