I forget.

I’ve never wished for an ending as much as I do now.
I’ve unwittingly entered a hell the likes of which I don’t think I could have foreseen. But then, I didn’t try. It will end, it will, it will it will it will, and then I’ll figure out how to continue and why.

is it dope or is it wack? love or hatred? what does it matter? maybe there is not exactly a driving emotion; perhaps it’s just plain being funny and lovin’ it!

(more…)

you didn’t realize the assignment was due today?

of course that’s ok!

i don’t feel very well…

(more…)

isn’t it just vanity to defend oneself when someone interprets your motivations to be less than scupulous, when in reality, nothing could be farther than the truth, and yet, your struggles to find a way to do the right thing are seen as prevarication?

is it worth the energy you know will be required to defend yourself? What are you really defending? Your pride? I don’t think it’s worth defending one’s pride in every situation. “Pride” is nothing. It’s not an ideal, it’s nothing.

the thing is, i know the truth.
it bothers me to be misunderstood

you’re actually not an asshole, but nonetheless, you are identified as one? I don’t like beating around the bush, but I’m not sure what to tell you.

let me tell you-

ummm….

whoops time’s up i’ve got to run to class so i can get there before the late students do. if i don’t then it’s more difficult to lord my near-punctuality over them.