I guess I really made a mistake. To think that we kicked up such a huge joke yesterday, my conscience is reprimanding me for it. For now I'm aware of the whole thing, and now I feel ultra guilty for what I did.
"The pain of rejection is too overwhelming." How could I not know what it feels like! We are all but pawns in the game of Fate, all having no controls over things that happen when they just happen. Fate here, is enjoying his little game of time, twisting with people's feelings and emotions, and having fun with all of it. We can but do nothing, because no one outplays Fate in his own game.
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Dear Econs,
I have told you I'm in love with you. I gave you so much attention for the past two years. I tried to tune in with you during your lessons, tried to think the way you do, and I even wrote essays about you. That's how important you were to me. I gave you all my attention, in hope for a little recognition of my efforts. But time and again you have been unsatisfied, and gave me unsatisfying numbers. Still I persevere, for I thought one fine day you'll understand how desperate I want to own you. For I thought when the day comes, you'll present me a decent reward, for the undying love I've shown you.
Yet today, I'm through and done with you. For all these times you've been taking my efforts for granted, but never had I grumbled. Today is the liberation. I'm officially done with you, and I don't think I will want to have anything to do with you in near future. So that's it. The next time I'll ever look at you, it's gonna be your name on my certificate.
