Suppressed Emo...

For the last month or so I've been battling through the barricades of university rules and through the shackles that my failed subject entrapped me into. I've had conversations wit' people whom I dont know by name but have to talk to coz they are the ones that has the decision over my case in the university. "Follow this up tomorrow or the next day", normal phrases that they throw straight to me that sickens me to the bonescoa it's been too long but I'm too tired and too down to even argue 'bout bein' given false hopes. IT has been the extension of my frustrations and demoralization I've been nursing from home, from my "former" college and from myself. Few things keep me goin', my friends, my family, and the spirit of hope that God wont permit it to be- the spirit that runs deep and descends into the caverns of my soul. It is without regards to the harsh possibility of being denied of another chance, the practicalities of political intervention on the university administration and without regards to the abstractions as useless sourgrapin' and the escapable confinement of self-pity. It is all about survival and nothin' more and nothin' less. All the rest is dung to be spread out on the infertile fields of my memoirs.