To say nothing happened this few days will be an outright lie. But like a man nearing the end of his life, such petty misunderstandings and arguments suddenly just seem so trivial and unworthy of comment. But of course, i still can't cos i have to at least care about how others would view me. even after i go.
As things draw to a close. You begin to look back and reflect on what was good, what was useful, and what was neither. Have i done a service? I would have say yes. Have i did my best? Most definitely, not. Will i miss that place? Hell, no. Maybe some of the people and some of the times. But hell, i would one hell like to be out smelling the sweet scent of freedom.
Money problems is still giving me hell. not the on the micro-economic equivalent side of my finance but more on a macro-economic scale. Uni is gonna cost a bomb. And the worst thing is i can't have a say in it. Its one of those choices where Lord Vetinari would have put through. "Either accept my offer, or just walk through that door." and just outside the door is a steep drop thousand feet down. An impossible choice, but a choice nonetheless.
Damn.
Booking in for another long long week.
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