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 Bruh, how mentally unhealthy this whole experience is. I want to clarify that in no way did I ever try to put  blame on these women at first but in the time where you leave the college in spring 2014; oh, its on. Just how bad are things to be a creative at a certain school. This basically serves to tell you greater narratives then what I would originally share. The great struggles and let downs of these people as they just fail to rise to the occasion and then want to be social justice advocates all of a sudden.

The stalkerish activities of a Kassandra listening to everything I have on my spotify. The corruption of my personal space.

The corruption of my actual creativity.

How really much a dude was just fending so hard for himself with few hours of sleep in fall 2014.

How the progress notes in fall 2014 can be just attributed to willpower.

The new summer 2014 ideas then now just forgotten

the "literally" vitriol against me for not being a "UH elite".

The chickens that these women are.

the violence is both mental and physical.

parents are not any help.

spring 2015 fridays.

the simple refusal of privileged imbeciles in a sorority.

when a school literally cares much more about making black people slaves on their football team then actual fucking learning with a crumbling infrastructure.

being yelled at by this Amanda advisor

the great anime and korean manga influences fall 2015

the name of rachel dooms me.

the continuation of the fridays

the hate by celebrity

thinking they are waiting for you when they are without faith.

the denial of grooming only gets worse in time.

By spring 2016; a person has decided something new.

How much would be wasted thinking people could ever be in your circle.

The constant attacks.

the summer of explosive continuity

calamatia and health affects.

the many put off projects up to now.

The sleeping.

the fucking.

the warm embrace of (insert woman here)'s disgrace

the rockyroad of 2017

sleeping tight not letting the bed bugs bite

cyberakin 2016-how to restore a project.

fuck these old people who would do nothing and basically advocate for your death by doing nothing.

an era of hate that is 2018

highheels, emo, and scammer woman with her groomed minion.

The fucking losers of fall 2018

that is summer 2018; what next?

fall 2018's zino flyboy effort

we cannot go back to how it was in 2013

2019 summer of what next?

mocked by one black woman and her white friends so randomly and viciously and so quickly; no come back and that is the first taste of a college.

the last college.

looking back at notes

past genosect

memory of fall 2013

how no one truly remembers.

they did not want me to succeed.

they did not want me to succeed summer class dispute 2020.minus black woman anger.

home long and how long I carried on( fall 2019) three colleges-one student.

no women at all.

last group project

how stressful it is to even graduate.

the kyeombi all the way home.

river city girls +heavy Hitters and lighters +hollywood

the 2022 ender

the 2023 year of being on the run

the literal ego of people who literally have no great life experience. highheels indeed.