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i've come so far. but it wont bring me any further.

education. what's so great about it? its just a piece of paper ultimately. i love music, because it brings pieces of papers to life. but i hate to say i couldnt continue anymore.

not because i cannot, because i just cant.

i'm struggling with my literature now. nothing seems to go into my head. it's the lack of practice. the procrastination which have landed me into this present state of desolation and desperation.

my english is not bad. i was thinking maybe i can be a column writer or something. but perhaps i shoud reflect upon my naivety & superficial idealistic vision. it's not gonna happen here. because everyone, is judged ironically, with a piece of paper, which tells nothing of your talent and character.

maybe a little of each. afterall they're all interlinked.

sad to say, we're all victims of scrutiny and skeptism. & maybe, they're a little mechanical with the way they catergorise each and everyone of us. too rigid, my dear. too rigid.