It's amazing how during post graduation reality hits you fast. How will
I become functional in a monstrous world? When I walk into my school as an alumni, I am instantly treated as such, a past student. What smacks me is that I am not a student anymore but a present of a distant past. My new path is forced upon me and now I must slay. I must win. They greet me as a stranger, a failure, nothing special, or a past not willing to return to. Is it me as to why I feel this way? I thought that. To think that I'm having withdrawal issues but I can sense when I am a cast away. Goodbye! I will remain grounded in this long battle of Hell. One day at a time.