Day 8

Where am I?

How did I get here?

Why?

What am I?

Who am I?

Who are you?

One thing that's certain.

I hate university.

The feeling's still unchanged

from those 3 months ago.

Maybe it's the environment.

Perhaps the people?

Could it be the curriculum?

Might it be me?

Perhaps.

It's like I'm revisiting my secondary school days all over again.

Nostalgia!

Only, I'm reminiscing the negativity.

The times of being that pessimistic pussy.

The times of being that quiet cunt.

The times of being that ignored idiot.

The times of being that annoying, antisocial asshole.

Hello, my old self. I fucking hate you,

but this emotion, it ain't mutual innit?

Guess I'm still just a little too not over you.