His head was threatening to explode against his own will. His mind was aching from the disappointment, his heart was filled with agony, angst and anger. Everything isn't fair, he told himself. He had worked hard to fit in, to find a common topic with these people, to connect with these humans. Whatever he tried, it certainly didn't worked out as planned.

He believed in treating others how he would like to be treated... Apparently not everybody reciprocates. He believed in equal and fair treatment. He believed in working your way towards the top. The idealist in him was utterly destroyed after this wretched day. What he saw were cocksucking, bootlicking and a dozen other ugly despicable acts which couldn't be aptly described as 'fucked up'; the intensity was still lacking.

There was something he was trying to find, something he was trying to hold on to. Like a stubborn 6 year old still sucking onto his pacifier, he can't move on, can't let go. Faith and hope is still there for me, he insisted. But what happens when your insistence don't pay off, all the faith becomes a piece of map leading you to nowhere in the dense and dark forest, all the hope turns into false hope, deceiving you for all these months?

Pfft, all the smart alecky people, all the things that they did.

Maybe escaping from reality would lessen the pain and numb his senses. He had seen enough of superficial friends who are two face bitches. He had put up enough of fake smiles and facades to last him for a lifetime. He wanted to run, run away from this sinister and shameful world. Maybe escaping would be a better option. He wouldn't want to see these people whom he had known for a few months only ever again.

Que sera, sera.