caveat: this is a fiction .
while guarding my post, i saw an old friend. Not quite in the best moods in recent days, like a default action of a switch statement, I've asked myself how low i've shrunk in the Standards list.
certainly low I surmised. I've been toiling for years and no glimmer of material emancipation in sight.
another friend from the years past have already took her qualifying exams, not only that, graduating from the MOST prestigious institution to boot with.
a not so exciting enslaver.
a lipidinous consort.
no i don't usually compare myself. i never do. but it's the reality that is glaring at me real hard that makes me realize this depressing truth. the uselessness of my efforts. the inadequacy of my situation. the hopelessness that surrounds me. again, pushing me inside my shell.
for all the sacrifices i've made, i guess i form part of the majority who would be like that, sacrificial lamb, victim of social injustice for the rest of my terrestrial existence.
i cringe at the fact that i lagged at the one thing im sure i wanted and actually good at.
damn poverty. damn pauperism. damn. damn. damn.
how is that?!
now, all i wanna do is sleep this viral depression hoping that the cure will present itself by the time consciousness knocks me into reality.
