So much for that

I was looking forward to being over with this ordeal of schooling so much - to start afresh, after sitting at home for two years, drooling at my friends' social lives. What a fool.

I didn't realise that I'd end on such a terrible low. A stunning 85%, while good enough for me, isn't really good enough for the rest of world; and definitely not for decent colleges, apparently. No, I'm still fabulously inadequate, scoring only so much at subjects I enjoy, while other people hit the 90s studying about things they honestly couldn't be arsed about.

I also fantastically fucked up the design entrances, and I'm clearly too much of a coward to leave this city yet and I've also run out of excuses for my remarkable inability to produce results.

So, how do I get into college? I butter people right up, and I fall at their feet and I call in favours. It's not even my own charm that does it, else I could've been ever so slightly proud of myself for doing something.

I'd rather sit at home for more time, work as an intern - finding my way into places with my own talent - than sitting somewhere I was not meant to be, with a seat I don't even deserve.

Now, I'm just nothing more than the marks I scored and the people I know.