let's be blunt for a moment, shall we?
mere barbe foucault, year 2006, is the worst class i have ever been in. it's got this heavy aura that you really don't know anybody and you have to watch your back. hmpf! then again, watching somebody else's back for her is much harder.
tummerz is right. why, why, why do people like them have to exist? people whose only enjoyment in life is to criticize every aspect of a normal person's existence. what's worse, a normal person who has not done anything to offend you or whatsoever.
fine, maybe this is our karma for degrading other people, for being too exclusive, for being judgemental gossip-mongers who indulge in chismis-es though bereft of any evidence.
maybe someone just had to pay for the hurts we have caused to other people. we didn't realize it back then, did we? we showed no mercy. we were wicked, selfish, and critical little bitches.
everytime that my anger swallows me, i cant help but criticize them too, which makes my level a step lower than theirs. antipatika as some people call it. yes, i do criticize for the mere fun of it. it's unalterable vice that made its way to my veins, and impossible for me to filter out.
still, i feel powerless. i am unable to do concrete action. i am unable to voice out my frustration and deppression. i am no longer adept at wearing my emotions on my sleeves. and i have to tone down my whims.
i can not wait to go to college. to start all over again. to get away from all the misfits of highschool, the trivialities.
posted by the irresistably conceited Jenni |
