post-script

"Hi, I didnt get in."

The text message which I sent to many.

Yes, I didnt get in to what I want.

I feel damn sad. I felt like bawling but I cant coz I was at workplace when I received a dreaded text message from my mum which stated:

"Son, you stick with media studies."

Oh god.

Well, so now I have the right to be an emofark.

This is an occasion when you have the right to be an emofark and type all your emo about self-pity and self-hurt.

Heard that? You can be emo over your failed crossroad or ambition - something that literally control your future.

And not some dumb relationship that went wrong, resulting in your wirsts getting mangled up. That is something really stupid to get all worked up. There are plenty, netfuls, trawlerfuls of fishes in the deep blue ocean. You have your tunas, salmons, red snappers ETC. Dealing with it is so mangeable.

Haha, who am I to say that when I never been in a relationship?

Seriously, it is just plain common sense that beating yourself up over a loser bf or gf is not worth it.

Whereas getting walkway to your goal all messed up is another thing.

I wont be poetic and say things like:

Chasing dreams is like chasing clouds. Unreachable and untouchable.

Being all figuritive and metaphoric.

I would give more examples but Im limited in emo poetry.

The closest I would allow myself to say will be:

I ordered Grande Caramel Frap just now. This time with a towering swirl of whipped cream and extra helpings of dribbled caramel sauce. I am allowed to gorge my sorrows through that, bitch.

You know how I burned inside everytime ppl ask me about this and then I have to reply the truth. It sickens and hurts me.

Thanks all you guys who consoled and advised me on my next step. I really appreaciated it. Love ya guys truckloads.

Well, guess I have the redraft everything again.

Every blasted bloody bullshit thing again and again.

This Saturday is Valentines. I only have Fudge.

Bid me farwell as I make my way to Loserville.