so dun look back in anger, i heard you say
i spaced out, completely neutralised by oxygen itself.
my fingers were every where around the keyboard, my mind and body was somewhere else.
i looked around only to see a whole mass of people fighting to finish their work.
i looked ahead only to see a reflection of my desperation on my laptop.
flash makes me wanna cry out loud and hit myhead against the wall.
dreamweaver makes me wanna slit my wrist and see the blood flow.
im useless with this, why cant you see.
i cant work this.
i keep trying and trying, only to end up with 7 'dummy' files on my desktop.
it just doesnt work out for me.
i cant voice it out, cos apparently everyone seems to be able to do this.
and im apparently not so dumb.
listen to 'Don't look back in anger' by oasis and just keep going.
the tears can be kept for my room.
it's days like this, times like this, that i feel that maybe i shld be courageous enough to go back into a JC.
lets face it, im a mugger, im so called 'smart' cos cos i bother to study, i only got here cos i mugged during the last 9 days before Os.
im a law by law, prim and proper person and i scare myself.
dont expect anything from me cos i am whatever ur looking at, no inner substance, no nothing.
and YES, im just one of those wannabe who cares abt grades so as to be able to squeeze into the bottom of the top 5%, all i want is maybe to get a degree.
go to a local university.
im a fucking mugger and i have no fucking valuable skills.
with the gastric juices churning like no one business, i knew i had to food food down there.
but the mouth jus wun open start chewing.
