Microfiction: It’s failed and there isn’t much that can be done

I hated most things; though I found solace in solitude and writing, as well as music. I sat up in my room, listening to The Smiths The queen is dead loudly. I knew that education had failed me, the teachers so damn carefree had with carelessness fucked about with education and now here I was … Continue reading Microfiction: It’s failed and there isn’t much that can be done