i lied and said that my printer broke bc I forgot to do an assignment (but like who tf are you expecting to just have a working printer?? and it was supposed to be colored but like since when do I got that type of money?) and now my printers actually broken...
Do dad mk and macaque grew more closer? And if yes does wukong feel jealous and maybe sad but also kinda feel like he deserves it if you know what i mean?
I would say yes.
Although well, their relationship is almost like the series and what is to come. Macaque was present at the most crucial moments in his life during these 17 years, so they are closer than at the beginning of their first interaction.
And yes, Wukong is jealous, or rather, feels replaced.
Ironic, isn't it?
As for whether Wukong feels like he deserves it. That remains to be seen.
I have grave news for anyone following me / knowing me a bit as a student. My application for my dream masters program was rejected.
feeling very betrayed and speechless.
all of this feels useless.
everything feels like it is too much, and meaningless. i have lost any interest in anything.
¡ have lost, as the mad hatter would say, my muchness.
But somewhere... in the back of my mind, I can hear Whitman say;
“battles are lost in the same spirit in which they are won".
why was i rejected?
do i deserve this? do i deserve seeing my dream of making myself great with humbleness shattered into million pieces right before my eyes?
i was not even given a chance to prove myself worthy of turning my dreams into reality.
this is the first time i face such an obstacle in my life as a student.
is this karma? is God trying to punish me?
i oscillate between thinking maybe this is just not what God wants for me and God is punishing me. what for…? i never bragged about my results, i only acknowledged my efforts and pride between eyes and mouth shut, quietly thanking God for letting me get closer to the end goal.
but was he ever? was I a fool for thinking this is what He wanted for me? was I a fool for believing everyone I deserved this, or at least could get closer to it?
i was a fool. beyond measures.
now my life is tasteless. my past successes feel useless. my ego is shattered. my mind worthless. i feel like crying but cannot. it is a failure but a part of me is, not hoping, but merely sticking to the facts. i might get a masters. i might be able to live out this dream. but it has been definitely altered, going from colorful and vivid to monochrome and dreadful.