my goodbye letter
to whomever maybe reading this,
it’s been something
however i cannot take this
day-after-day i sit in this room
telling myself
that something about today will be different
does something different ever happen?
no
nope
in fact
everyday feels like the next
it all inevitably blends together
into one
big
clump
in other news,
i've given myself a new nickname:
sheep
because i am no longer an individual
i am just a number
in a heard of sheep
and some day
everyone will feel this way
at the rate we are going
time has slowed down
time is a construct
the only change happening are the changing of the seasons
(and my increasing disinterest for learning)
‘these will be the best years of your life’
when? when is it supposed to get better, todd?
thus being said i'm going to drop
not dead, just out
out of college
yes, this has been a privilege that i should take advantage of
and as much i want to stay in school
my SANITY and MENTAL STATE SAY OTHERWISE
or else i would be dropping
i would like to thank my elderly professors for their shitty teaching
In the **world of communications**
i would further like to sincerely thank this college for not only
WASTING MY TIME
but also
WASTING MY MONEY ON THE SCIENCE SCHOOL RENOVATIONS
so without further ado,
i'm off to bigger and better things
yours truly,
a fed-up college dropout
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