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As of 8 July 2015, I remain unemployed, fat like a bitch ball (oh sorry, didn’t see that. I meant “beach” ball), unfit, and unwell.

Being denied a free health checkup at the School Clinic because my Matriculation Card, I quote unquote, expired.

Yet, being underpaid severely because the same University who issues me my Degree scroll fails to recognize me as a Graduate in their own office. Being shortchanged of $4/hour isn’t very nice. And if you want to “expire” my Matriculation Card, you jolly well take me as a Graduate then. There’s no take one, leave the other.

Be a Different U, they said.

Whatever, I retort.

Anyhow, collecting my Graduation Gown signifies leaving school. And if leaving school means leaving toxic friends who weigh you down, then by all means. I am starting to re-evaluate my friendships with people who only come to you when either, (A) they are in an exceptionally good mood, or (B) when they need you.

At the end of it all, who are the true friends who will be there for you? Who respects you and your time? Who respects what you believe in and still loves you for who you are?

Working in an office, there is bound to be politics. And I have enough of this shit in life. Seeing it unravel in front of me is just pure annoying. I really don’t get this sickening behavior of people sometimes. And to “friends” who contact me only when you decide to, yeah goodbye. I rather be alone, than to have your momentarily short-lived accompaniment.