one against many
The world is against me. I can feel it in the air, I can hear it in the wind and I can see it under the darkness of night.
The GP is against me to alter my dosage to 20mg when I was always taking 10mg. Now I cannot prove that they have increased it just last month. They think I'm lying but I'm innocent and have no way of proving it.
I went to the pharmacist to get a record of my drugs prescription history. They lost it, they told me they've reformated their computer and has no history prior to June. The prescription papers i handed in to get the medications were sent off to the government departments and there is no way of getting it.
My professor thought I had an excellent thesis and gave me 81, which is a great honor in UK standards, higher than a 1st class. Then the exam board thought that I didn't deserve it because the average marking was lower and I had no right to get 81 because I had some small mistakes. Instead of reducing it by 5 or 6 they reduced it by 10 and cost me my first class.
The professor who thought cell signaling had the humour to give a question that wasn't really in the module but was awkwardly easy. The catch is the need of a calculator which no one would've brought besides a few who had it in their bags all along. I usually bring mine but I missed it that very morning. Who'd thought you need to bring a calculator to such an exam? That would be like brining a calculator to an English Language exam. It also cost me my first class.
I guess not many know what it's like to look at the sky daily and wished nothing more than to just not exist, to hope for a death that would come really soon in a painless way. I wonder why some people just don't understand why many take their own lives. I for one know exactly what it's like to crave for death, to end this life where nothing seemed to be real nor mattered. If it wasn't my loyalty to God who had always been there for me, I wouldn't hesitate to take my own life.
Funny how my life is hanging on nothing more than a string. I, who have good survival instincts and fear excruciating pain at the same time wished nothing more than death, how controversial and indecisive. Someone once told me that those who take their own life are brave, yet some told me they are cowardly enough not to go through life.
The whole idea of life is just to hang in there I guess, for as long as you could. Other than that there really is no reason.
To be absolutely honest, I don't mind a 2.1 degree, it was good enough considering my mental state and health. But I'm still fighting for it in an appeal. Why bother seriously? I don't know, I don't understand myself. To use mental illness as an excuse is nothing more than nonsense, no matter how valid.
Vanity of vanities.
The GP is against me to alter my dosage to 20mg when I was always taking 10mg. Now I cannot prove that they have increased it just last month. They think I'm lying but I'm innocent and have no way of proving it.
I went to the pharmacist to get a record of my drugs prescription history. They lost it, they told me they've reformated their computer and has no history prior to June. The prescription papers i handed in to get the medications were sent off to the government departments and there is no way of getting it.
My professor thought I had an excellent thesis and gave me 81, which is a great honor in UK standards, higher than a 1st class. Then the exam board thought that I didn't deserve it because the average marking was lower and I had no right to get 81 because I had some small mistakes. Instead of reducing it by 5 or 6 they reduced it by 10 and cost me my first class.
The professor who thought cell signaling had the humour to give a question that wasn't really in the module but was awkwardly easy. The catch is the need of a calculator which no one would've brought besides a few who had it in their bags all along. I usually bring mine but I missed it that very morning. Who'd thought you need to bring a calculator to such an exam? That would be like brining a calculator to an English Language exam. It also cost me my first class.
I guess not many know what it's like to look at the sky daily and wished nothing more than to just not exist, to hope for a death that would come really soon in a painless way. I wonder why some people just don't understand why many take their own lives. I for one know exactly what it's like to crave for death, to end this life where nothing seemed to be real nor mattered. If it wasn't my loyalty to God who had always been there for me, I wouldn't hesitate to take my own life.
Funny how my life is hanging on nothing more than a string. I, who have good survival instincts and fear excruciating pain at the same time wished nothing more than death, how controversial and indecisive. Someone once told me that those who take their own life are brave, yet some told me they are cowardly enough not to go through life.
The whole idea of life is just to hang in there I guess, for as long as you could. Other than that there really is no reason.
To be absolutely honest, I don't mind a 2.1 degree, it was good enough considering my mental state and health. But I'm still fighting for it in an appeal. Why bother seriously? I don't know, I don't understand myself. To use mental illness as an excuse is nothing more than nonsense, no matter how valid.
Vanity of vanities.