Wednesday, December 30, 2009
You know
Matilda by Roald Dahl? There was this part where Matilda asked,
Why won't anybody go home and complain to their parents about the atrocities of Miss Trunchbull?, and the big kid she was talking to replied,
Which parent will believe?. (ok I doubt those are the exact words they blurted, but you get the idea) Well it kinda feels like that, cos unless you're a student of Crunchem Hall, you won't know just how sadistic things can get in here, or you won't even believe; you'd think we're bullshitting or just being overtly dramatic and making a mountain out of a molehill. Like my mum said, people don't believe cos we're all university grads, we're not expected to
allow such things to happen to us in the very first place!
As I was saying, I have never hated and despised a non-living thing so much ever before. Ever.
Honestly. I'm beginning to suspect that I have SM tendencies since I'm still here. Somehow deep inside me I must enjoy getting tortured or being a slave.
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