The Writing’s On The Wall

The more you hear stories from people, the more you realize that everybody is building their own façade. I mean, it’s easier to smile than telling a story about why you are really sad.

Without those stories, you just thought that everyone and everything is fine. But, it’s not. Life has to go on, anyway.

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I need a distraction. And I hope, they’ll still be selling murtabak on Monday. 🙂

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How do I react to that? I can’t say sorry. I can’t be apologetic. It will belittle the hardwork I put. I can’t say it’s the same thing because it’s not. I can’t say I understand because I don’t.

This is a life-long dream. I don’t wake up one day and decided that I’m gonna take that road. No. I want that for as long as I can remember. I went to that page every year wishing one day I could register. I’ve  understood the process long before I went to the briefing.

So, yeah..

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It was just awful that you didn’t get to make choices. You and I are two sides of a coin. Flip a coin and we might switch places.

But, a place doesn’t make a person. After all that’s done with, we’re all back to square one. At the bottom of the food chain.

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Really, when you take a scholarship, you sign it with your blood. Your soul is for the devil to keep.

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