it was in that moment of recollection.
a brief playback of the prior semester, where I instantly became attached to home like a kindergarten to their mother on their first day of school.school reminded me how much of a failure i was.
how much all the effort I invested into myself meant nothing.
how I silently failed the portion of family i still have.i was devoted to education until it consumed me and surrounded me like 4 walls a ceiling and a floor.
until it morphed into lecture halls and cata buses galore.until i had a life outside of it.
until it murdered my motivation, my dreams
the correlation of the cruel realities of life and a paid ticket to make it all alright plummeted into a sea of oblivion making me ignore,how i am now obligated to literally change the person i just came to know and love
to endure the stress that college plagues me with.im on death row until a exam is in front of
me.
the announcement of the beginning of the next hour and a half of applying concepts to real life scenarios sound so simple and facile
but i pay the price of death , impactful.i thought i knew who i was until this multiple choice assessment deemed us mutual enemies
and its weapons prosper.
with trick answers and ambiguous ultimatums.i hate college
i will always hate it
as long as my sacrifice for sanity, peace of mind, and sleep is insufficient
as long as it pushes the walls of my limits.i hate college because with my participation I involuntary signed away friends, relatives, relationships and dating all together.
little did i know the title of loner would be stamped upon my precious caramelized forehead invisibly,
that i would try to make these 12 credits worth of courses my friends,
that i would like my dislikes so much as long as it took me away from seeing green and white hues everywhere in sight.im not proud to be a spartan.
the words "college student" just rushes out of my mouth like vomit
and the pace of time speeds across the skies of my transferability into adulthood like a comet
//e.b.
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DIRTY LAUNDRY
Poetryjust another underrated poetry book, a poetic photograph of the saddest months of my life from Jan 2016- May 2016 ***BEWARE PROFANITY***