A little bit bitter in my heart, beacuse of a grade in my term paper. As usual, I start doubting if I am intelligent enough. I was a student of prestigeous school, I am an uni student, but then? It doesnt mean anything to me. The grade shows. I unususally much time on my assisgnment, always, just to make sure I have no regret after the grade is out. But it shows, longer working time, bigger effort are just means to narrow down the gap between others and me. They are far more witty and smart then I am, I admit.
The bitterness stir up other frustration. I want someone to listen to, which I am lacking at the time being. They are just pissed off of this own stuff, their internet connection, their TV series...
At the time being, working holiday is my only shelter. But I know I can't see it as an escape. I can escape from any responsibilites...
here I go, 6 months more, I need to go through those tough days before I have my real time exposure.
