You are a man of extreme passion, a hungry man not quite sure where his appetite lies, a deeply frustrated man striving to project his individuality against a backdrop of rigid conformity. You exist in a half-world suspended between two super-structures, one self-expression and the other self-destruction. You are strong, but there is a flaw in your strength, and unless you learn to control it the flaw will prove stronger than your strength and defeat you. The flaw? Explosive emotional reaction out of all proportion to the occasion. Why? Why this unreasonable anger at the sight of others who are happy or content, this growing contempt for all people and the desire to hurt them? All right, you think they’re fools, you despise them because their morals, their happiness is the source of your frustration and resentment. But these are dreadful enemies you carry within yourself—in time destructive as bullets. Mercifully, a bullet kills its victim. This other bacteria, permitted to age, does not kill a man but leaves in its wake the hulk of a creature torn and twisted; there is still fire within its being but it is kept alive by casting upon it faggots of scorn and hate. He may successfully accumulate, but he does not accumulate success, for he is his own enemy and is kept from truly enjoying his achievements.

a professor is too lazy to read a damn PDF;

or even to ctrl+f it to find the section I need her to read. I can’t see any other reason why she keeps asking me for the subject outline even though I’ve sent it twice. If she wants the subject outline I’m currently enrolled in, she should fucking ask. Or she could actually know since she’s representing the department.

genius lesser, epidermis leper.

it's stephen, not steven. i was just messing with you

on this day, 2nd, of a surprisingly eventful and exciting month, February, broadcasting from the year of thebes, 2012, im glad to announce that i have made a glorius post of epic porportions ;

a professor is too lazy to read a damn PDF;

STEVEN IS FUCKING THEBAN. also, LOVE ME

these are the motherfucking people you should be lurking and not me;

genius lesser, epidermis leper. it's stephen, not steven. i was just messing with you

on this day, 2nd, of a surprisingly eventful and exciting month, February, broadcasting from the year of thebes, 2012, im glad to announce that i have made a glorius post of epic porportions ;

a professor is too lazy to read a damn PDF;

STEVEN IS FUCKING THEBAN. also, LOVE ME

these are the motherfucking people you should be lurking and not me;

genius lesser, epidermis leper.

it's stephen, not steven. i was just messing with you