What the fuck is wrong with you, Fuzz? You're damn irritating, you know that?
Remember how you were crying and hating the world and all that jazz when you were put on the waiting list? Remember how you thought your life was over? Remember when you got that call from Veronica Leng and you can really say it was the only moment in time when you were truely happy?!
Remember how you promised yourself to work hard? Remember how you said nothing else matters because at the end of the day, you're gonna prove to the world that you're gonna make it better than anyone in your extended family?
They think you're stupid because you can't get into a decent JC. Remember how you punched her in the face because she called you stupid. Nevermind she called you stupid, but she called your mom stupid. Remember how truimphant you felt when you broke her nose?
Remember how you called her a stupid fat slut and told her never to step into your house again? Remember how you told her never to even dare mutter your mother's name otherwise you'd kill her? Remember how you promised her that one day, she'll be the one begging at your door because she's the fucked ass stupid one?
Remember how anal you were? Remember how good you were at managing time? Remember how motivated you were?
It's been a year, Fuzz. It's been more than a year, in fact. Close to one and a half. 5 more weeks to one and a half.
Keep holding on, Fuzz. Keep holding on, keep praying to the Almighty for strength, for faith. It's only 5 more weeks.
In the name of Allah, help me find the Straight Way.