life is beautiful. is it?

what do you do, when for some god forsaken reason, nothing works out?
what am i suppose to do, if (god forbid) nothing works out for me?
what the fuck do you turn to? the sky? the ground? jump off a fuckin building?
option three sounds wonderfully delicious right now.
why did i ever want to grow up so fucking fast? who the fucking hell likes highschool?
when you fuck up just about the most important month of your fucking life.

we work, we work, we work. we work so fucking hard, and in the end, it really comes down to those two weeks that's going to start the engine to your future. what the fucking hell are we suppose to do if those two fucking weeks, two weeks, don't work out? oh yeah. 7 years of elementary school and 5 years of highschool...and all it fucking matters is those two weeks? that determines whether you're going to get into post-secondary? (and let's face it, post-secondary education means university. what the hell are you going to do with a degree from a fucking college or institute?)
we've come all this fucking way, just to be absolutely thrown off by those two weeks.
those two weeks seems like the most fucking important weeks of our lives that we are still in school.

what the fuck am i going to do?
where the fuck am i going to go?
fuck.
let's just go jump off the fucking bridge.