Prison

I never agreed or related to people when they would call school a prison. And frankly it seemed awfully dramatic. But only in the conditions of this semester, I started feeling like that too.

You see, school used to be my thing. Used to make me happy. Used to be my greatest ambition and goal, and everything I was working towards. Career. Future. Used to. Used to. Used to.

Don’t know how that luster was taken out of me. But at the same time, who am I kidding? I know exactly.

It feels like I am locked in a cage, and forced to watch some horrible disaster unravel right in front of me. I am helpless can’t do anything about it. Also, at the end, I can’t do anything. It will all be my fault, and there will be no one I can go to, talk about it, complain, or blame, but myself, and I’ll have to accept it.