Monday, April 17, 2006
17th April 2006
So sixteen days have passed since the day of fools and so it draws nearer and in my perspective, it is TP which has come to me and not reverse.
The orientation which I missed by choice, will be described here in short for hurts at heart and mind to speak of. This pain though is not caused by the orientation itself but by the speeches of fun fools, damning me for bearing audacity enough to move against their counsel in an attempt to cast me into the pits of regret. Still of that one day I was there I shall speak but here no excuse will I give to redeem myself (if at true fault I am), for I have none save lies.
For my part, I'd say it was a good orientation, yes indeed I lie not. I did enjoy it to a certain measure and willed myself to come again, despite a month old injury at the base of my foot (caused by falling off a stage after lit play). Ice breakers and station games...what else? The next day proved promising but surprise surprise my cousin came suddenly to stay and such is a rare occurence. Thus I made a choice to abandon fun at TP and decided rather, to have fun at home. Will anyone rail me?
More I shall reveal in the near future, perhaps once before life at TP truly begins...my nightmare, my future, my dream, my life, my happiness and myself. Alone I will begin on this fateful path and whither does it lead? The answers lie wreathed in shroud and is not made known to me. But lo! It will soon be clear...
Posted by The Inflamed at 12:29 AM
