The Institute haunts me in dreams and in the waking hours. It taunts me, ridicules me, picks at scabs and open wounds. It sits mockingly on my record of life: two years. And then I left. For whatever I can say about leaving, it torments me; it is my blemish
(
Read more... )
Comments 1
i'm sorry i didn't get a chance to hang out with you last you visited. take care, and may you find comfortable community in your new college.
Reply
Leave a comment