okay, so where should i start?
as promised, I will write and tell everything about my experience during the last 3 months outside of town. hell, why promise? no one will read this kind of trash...
but anyways...
april 30th. i still remember vividly well the day when my previous semester's classes were held outside of my residence, in a border region. i also clearly remember that it was a day when i would experience an emotionally exhausting and painful state.
how could it not be? on that day, i decided to leave home and travel to the location where the semester's classes were held. it took about 4 hours to get there, departing at 7 am and arriving around 11 am. however, upon arrival, instead of feeling happy or excited about the upcoming 3 months, i ended up with a fever. i didn’t even know why i had a fever. perhaps it was due to exhaustion. it took about 3-4 days to recover from it. water and painkillers were my only hopes, and not to mention i had run out of money for the unexpected sickness like this fever. on top of that, i had lost my phone a month earlier due to my own foolishness...
tragic. am i right?
from my own experience, i can definitely say that, so far, that semester is the one that hits you hard. come to think of it again, i regret what i've done to myself. i became a member of their group of 15 people, and they themselves chose me as one of the 'weirdos' who holds a position where i really don’t feel any power. it has all been ridiculous and insane since the start of the semester. i hate every single of it but again, who the fuck am i to change the fate? i am nothing. i don't expect them to see this bullshit ass note but if they do i don't give a damn. if they don't care about me then why should i?
