And all this time I've been trying to convince myself it's not so bad. I forced myself to love modules even though they bombard me with unnecessary maths and statistics. I forced myself to overlook their flaws and look at the interesting parts. I convinced myself I'm learning interesting things and one day it'll all make sense. I thought I found Will again.

How am I supposed to continue if you won't cooperate? The moment I stopped staring at closed doors and begin my climb out the open window, you slam shut in my face. Again and again I ice my bruises and get on to the next emergency exit, again and again you lock me in with fire burning my oh-so-very-flammable ass.

Just when I found the motivation to aim for a second upper honours, you ram a wall in front of me with the words "NO FUCKING WAY" spray painted on it, followed by incessant cackling. Just when I finally stopped being the self-absorbed and will-less useless bastard, you tell me that's who I am and that there's no use trying to be anything else.

Just when I'm considering the option of going back to Singapore, you took the initiative to banish me to the eternal hells under the dictorship of the Lees. Why don't you just write out the plans you have for me and I'll accomplish them by myself? That way you wouldnt have to dirty your sacred hands and waste so much time on me.

I really wonder if you know how much pain and torture you put me through.