d is for dread

World-shattering grade-conscious insight of the day:

When you get a D for a subject you worked hard for, you just freeze. You just stare at the screen, not blinking, until the picture blurs along with the motherfucking D.

Despite the fact that you really really know some mistake (or a cosmic joke) must have happened, that feeling of inexplicable dread still does not go away. It still circulates in every artery and vein, oozing in every drop of anxious sweat.

And then you finally get it. Why after all these years, you have always ALWAYS made an exaggerated fuss with these grades. Even if in the long run, in the grand fucked-up narrative of the universe, you know it's not worth one shit.

Because that dread simply... SUCKS.

I don't like it. Not One Bit.