I guess you're just one of the many things that I just can't wrap my head around, no matter how many sessions we've been through. Maybe it isn't your fault. Maybe it's not mine, either. Okay, maybe I contributed like 20% of fault in this matter, 65% from that man and 25% from you, though I'd very much like to dump 100% on you entirely. But that's okay. I'm not that unreasonable.

2008. What a year that had been, huh? You know, right, how the year was like for me? Did I tell you? I don't think I did. But that's okay. You'll live without ever knowing it but god damn! Mistakes after mistakes. It's like a vicious circle, you see. And that man didn't make things any better. Annoying little fucker. We practiced on questions that weren't supposed to be solved by an electronic device - and we did because that annoying little fucker said, "They're allowed during examinations", which is kind of cool. And of course the questions were hardly a feat to solve because it's already easy.

And of course when the day comes, it was quite a head-scratcher for me. That was when the shit hit the fan. ...because that annoying little fucker was a dumbass. The questions staring back at me were, well, the first few ones were fun until I reached the later parts and I went blank. But that's normal, you see. I tend to blank out under pressure and I have this urge to break my pencils in half - but I didn't, you see. It was a mechanical pencil and I don't hurt my mechanical pencil. Period. Anyway, where was I? Oh, yeah. The questions staring back at me were nothing like the ones we've practiced on because, why, my friend? Those were from the old syllabus. Annoying little fucker! The one I was sitting for was the new syllabus.

I swear, I could have made it if I had taken the old syllabus but no-o-o.

And so I went home thinking, "Bitch, it's too late."