unlockedgirl @ 2011-02-20T23: 40:00
Down and Out
It can't be helped but there's a lot of it about
With, without
And who'll deny it's what the fighting's all about
Out of the way, it's a busy day
I've got things on my mind
For want of the price of tea and a slice
The old man died
It will rightly be seen, since I have not written numbers or memories of epic victory dance, which has passed the exam but I did not discuss. Rightly so.
not want to talk about a failure, would be another, would be too.
I'm sick of seeing everything so black in front of me, even after four days is always the same tremendous sense of frustration that I fell on the shoulders to keep me company at night.
And the sax of "Us and Them . There
I already wrong once, and I still seems so wrong foolish: to persevere in my mistakes, continue to disappoint and, above all, to fool myself, no need to pontificate, you can not complain about a perfectly normal thing and I know, yet I can not not be sad.
having to commit.
not disappoint. Strive
both mentally and physically, and repeat again to all those who do not know that, no, I have not passed the exam, I refused to vote (whatever) and I decided to run away and shut the elevator, blocking doors to hysterical because nobody saw that I was already crying. The image that I returned the mirror was horrifying: the trick was not just strained, red eyes and lips swollen to make it so.
was the image of me, in pieces, sour defeat by the words of a person to whom the student in front of him do not give a fuck, a person so proud and boastful of his studies presented at Oxford and Cambridge and who was in front of her was a poor little guy did not even know a word of greek.
Now I have to return all with interest.
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