Marathon; a crying marathon. She had done a crying marathon, hours had passed since her talk with the professor and she was still crying over what had happened, still crying over what he had said, still crying over how small and inconsequential she had felt.
A deranged kid……
His words stung venomously, each time she would try to forget about one and then she would suddenly be reminded of another. She had already concluded earlier that she was f****d, but after all that happened she had to draw yet another conclusion; she was indeed f****d.
Day had given way to night and she was in her dorm room crying over the world and how it was all coming down to s**t. She had never been one to spite others but in this case she felt obligated to. If the world wanted to be shitty about her life then s
