Fragmentation
So again my bitch form tutor pretends to have a nice conversation with me and then sharpens his blade of sadism and presses the kife into my edentate back, disembowelling the vital organs from my back (basically I was stabbed in the back again lol) That's how it feels when someone you once idolised looks upon you with contempt and pushes you into a pit of cement and subsequently breaks you free for a second only to push you back through the now solidified concrete ruins. So yesterday my form tutor was like 'ah what you reading' and I was like 'wuthering heights' and we had a nice convo about it :-) however, bathos when he asked me what I want to do at uni and I said 'eng lit' and then he basically told me I'll be incapable, saying 'you might want to reconsider/ think v carefully about that because you have to read a book a week'. Like before, he had snitched on me by the very next: today miss dyke was saying good morning to everyone whil...