Inside the mind of an immigrant
Sometimes I think I'm dumb, but then I have to remind myself that I'm a student majoring in biochemistry. To say that I've received all A's would be a lie. I've failed countless times but here I am trying to write a paper on Carl Schmitt. I know, this has nothing to do with biochemistry, … Continue reading The art of confusion
High School. A pain in the arse. Especially if you're not even a student anymore. It's hectic. It's like you're standing in front of the same teachers and the same consulars all over again, but the only problem is, is that you're being scolded like you've cut class to hang out with those kids who … Continue reading High School- An old memory.
I am a hero. A vigilante. I tell this to myself every time I stand in front of the mirror. I can see my invisible cape and the skin colored mask covering my face. I am strong. I tell this to myself every time I find my thoughts slipping away into an empty abyss. No! … Continue reading I am a Hero
