"D-day" jitters

As I've mentioned before, there are lots of joys and sorrows you can get in school and college, but there is pretty much no indescribably satisfying a joy nor devastatingly mood-ruining sorrow as that of the end-quarter grades. So, let me just say right now that I have been fucked this quarter, fucked badly. Apparently my conception of "working hard" is miles away from what I need to be doing in my forth year of college and I need to get my act together next quarter onwards if I want to be able to look myself in the face every morning.

Anyhow, I shall deal with my grief in my own good time, namely, by having lunch.

Radical Pacifism

Peace and not constant conflict is insane,
Where there is no chance for change

The never empty spaces within me
Need filling with new actions

I hope to still change, out of fear
Never to be confused with sacrifice

She points to the dilemma, my unclear intent
No it’s not warlike but my passiveness.

The feeling that a wrong has been committed
Which demands equal suffering to repay that wrong

The retribution at hand may take me to my nemesis
Coz it targets symbol of certain problems
than the problem itself.