Carlos Mitchell
3rd year 
Psychology Major
So far in blood that sin will pluck on sin, therefore pity me not.
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Post by Carlos Mitchell on May 3, 2011 4:29:36 GMT -5
They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.
But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another's throats.
Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don't have any kids yourself.
-- Philip Larkin
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Carlos Mitchell
3rd year
Psychology Major
So far in blood that sin will pluck on sin, therefore pity me not.
Posts: 38
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Post by Carlos Mitchell on May 3, 2011 5:06:15 GMT -5
Philip Larkin was a genius. I am entranced by this work of his, and thus used it as the opening for my journal. This is a continuation of sorts of the introduction, seeing as I am oddly bored today, and I am not in the mood to exercise.
Written on these wonderful, yellow-faded pages will be the memories I will have in this university. There are an awful lot of students here, and the teachers... well, let's just say I want to be pleasantly surprised when I attend a class. Majoring in Psychology wasn't something my uncle thought I'd do. Heck, it wasn't something my father thought I'd do, the idiot.
How he came so far in life, I cannot fathom. He had thrust blindly his negotiations to those whom he deems "nice" or "trustworthy". How laughable. In the end, those people whom he clearly misjudged where the ones who had him going back and forth, like a dog whose only consolation is doing his master's bidding. Pathetic.
I am not going to spend my life like that. Be it through the road to success and riches or--God-forbid--the life of a fucking hermit, I will not be as stupid as my father.
Oh, look at me. I am rambling, but my fingers are shaking so hard. Am I afraid?
No. I am not afraid. I am enraged. Enraged that I had become the product of a man whose kindness was his downfall.
But I will not dwell on the matter. The future may not be set in stone, but the past is, and there is no use crying over spilled milk. Or... is it? God, the Internet's tempting me to go and research about that. This is what happens when I am given unlimited access to knowledge.
Wait. Damn, why won't my laptop turn on? Stupid piece of junk. Okay, so I may have to postpone researching for a while. Sigh. Anyway, since this journal is rather small and can fit in my pocket--seriously, it can--I'm going to bring it around so that I can update frequently, for scholastic purposes.
Or maybe when I just need something to read.
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