having to acknowledge the fact that you'll be never good enough is a depressing notion.
things arent what i've envisioned them to be one plus years ago.
and the thought coming out of it all being half-past-six is not a good thing at all.
but:
being forced to come to terms with harsh reality is something all have to eventually do.
brain-cell damaging and sleep-depriving it may be, i am still proud of being a part of it.
meeting and having the craziest bunch of biatches makes it bearable.
i would have been a different person if i did not make this choice.
and no matter how i whine and complain, i cant say that i regretted my initial choice.
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