Don't want to go home, don't want to think about it. I don't want to talk about it. Just let me grumble and morn. For once, please just stop pouring wet blanket on me. I might just drop dead from the pressure.
I thought everything went smoothly? I didn't fail any, but why? I can't accept it. Really. I'm untterly dissapointed and speechless. Put me in a course i don't enjoy. So why did i go to NAFA to look for hope. One setback after another. I'm not superman, I can't take all of it. Now i'm ill. What a week. Great. I really hope I'll just fade away. Slowly, then nobody would notice it. Then i'll be gone. No worries, no trouble.
The day i walk closer to ..................