I should speak with more audience awareness. Lesson learnt #1 today.
The sky cried today. Why so?
Was it crying for me?
I felt like a loser. You know, the loser cheer kept rewinding itself in my head.
Sometimes I hope human memories can be cut into fragments, as restriction enzymes would to DNA molecules. Then stick them onto useless cells so that they(useless cells) can die off when I put myself into ampicillin and tetracyclin culture medium. May the useless parts die off! Together with unwanted memories! So that I'm able to be reborn! Resurrected!
Strangled. Stranded. Sunken.
Who is kind enough to spare me a life buoy?
Amidst a sea of demanding expectations and sickening benchmarks.
I opened my eyes, but I'm blinded by ignorance.
I opened my mouth, but could utter no words.
Frantically, I groped for anything - any for that matter, that could provide me with a hope, at least.
Alas! A message, totally unexpected, but absolutely encouraging!