The final day of freedom I get to taste until the exams begin to rain on me and suffocate me. I sharpen my pencil, hoping to pierce which papers will face me, I brandish my pen to amaze the opposition with my ability to awe, I prepare my pitfall trap the eraser, so the null marks don't know what's coming. I'm ready for my failure. Bring it on.
I have music, english and italian tomorrow, but I have a feeling music won't be until Thursday. For two of them I am fully prepared to take on, music however... The music study is really difficult to grasp. My worries are rallying in my heart, overcoming the overwhelming sadness which had once occupied my mind, defeating the once usurped enlightenment that escorted me through my memories.
Ladies and gentlemen, behold, for you shall become witnesses of a great plunder of a man who fought courageously against the harsh, cruel world, to outsmart, to flaw the perfection of the complex matters of life by attempting to go full throttle in all absolutes rather than the happy mediums.
This is not the way to go, my experience tells me, it only leads to an imminent, impending doom which has haunted me all this time. I bid thee farewell.
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