Its been almost ten years. They say it has always been this, this... convoluted; this messy. Yet they survive. How is it possible?

I had wanted out barely two months after I got in. Yet I was convinced that I can develop, that I can grow and keep up. I stayed.

But I didn't grow up. For six months I didn't grow up. Why?

All these dreams. All the thick idealism.

(I thought I belonged here)

I want out.

How do I get out?

(and whom do I offer to the sacrificial altar?)

(in my place...)


Editor's note: This is a work of fiction. Any similarites to any persons or organisations present, past or future is purely artistic and coincidental.

Posted at 7:59:40 pm by ferdikom98


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I don't write intellectually. I write expressively. I don't claim to be accurate, fair or thorough. I don't wanna get stuck on certain topics. Though I sometimes do. But not that often. I'd like to expand. I wanna write more poems. But I'll only upload them if they're good. I only rant about my life's hardships if it will rescue just a little bit of my sanity. I'm saner than I make myself out to be, though.

If I am an OS kernel, and I just had a kernel dump, I'd imagine that the text in this blog is what it would more or less look like.

There. Do you get it?


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