The Deep Thoughts in My Actions and Other Shit.
Few days ago after Discussions class me and other classmates were having this weird conversation on how each of us think and act. It did seem kinda stupid to be honest, but certainly it gave me a time to think about how I act and then realize the fact that I am a real weirdo, which I don’t really give a fuck about.
My booster to success in anything consists of rage. Being furious. Being jealous about shit. Anger or envy is the rocket booster that keeps me academically sustainable. Back here in Japan, my only weapon that I can fight with against the questionable education system is my good-enough English and curiosity. I don’t have anything else that I am good at. Maybe tennis (which I’ve been doing since I was 6), but otherwise I’m a really weak person in this country.
But I don’t give a fuck. No, I don’t care anything that I can’t be superior to others. I maintain my throttle and maneuver my path. I’ll grow up my way.
So yeah, there goes a rant.
