To Life:
You are a tricky bustard who really knows how to sneak up behind my back and push me into the worst-ever crappy situations ever. Your sordid actions are so despicable, I spurn you as I spurn a rabid dog!
You knew that I have been trying to avoid the embodiment of my anguished memories, yet you had to tease me with her appearances. In the time of my attempted hermitage, I saw her more often than a donkey sees the carrot dangling in front of its head. Why on earth did you do that? Why did you hide her away from me when I desperately wanted to see her and paraded her like patriotic banners when I tried to avoid her.
Am I annoyed with how you have treated me? No. I find what you did repugnant you detestable, obnoxious, wretched low-life! I had never mouthed any bad word about you; in fact, I had been defending your mischievous antics -- I'd said 'the satisfaction of over-coming obstacles makes life worth living'. I ALWAYS SIDED YOU. But why did you put me through so much torment? Why?
Why did you bring me into this judgemental world as Benjamin button? Why was I born a precocious kid only to grow into some immaturely kiddish man? What is the use of eloquence when all other less-than-one-year-olds could only cry, suckle, and poop? Where have my immaculate sentence construction and listening skills gone to? Where have my maturity gone to? I dare you to say that I have grown out of them.
You made me a romantic whose archilles heel is timidity. You sinisterly administered into me a heavy doze of the love drug, yet constrained my actions with silly ego, shyness and fear of rejection. I fell in love, but I dared not say. I blamed myself, not you, when I missed my chance. But I curse you for giving me a good memory and strong emotions because you made it painstakingly difficult for me to forget this sad episode of excruciating pain.
You made my life miserable. Congratulations.
In you, I have no hope but one wish. I wish that you could let me regain my sanity so that I can scrape through my exams.
You are innately evil, and I know that. I accept that you will not concede to my request without a fair trade thus henceforth I make my bargain: I forego all hopes for HDs. Despite finding law particularly easy and HD within reach (with strong affirmation from my lecturers), I am willing to compromise for a D average.
I hereby proclaim my renunciation from hermitage. If you do have a heart, end my sorrow by either letting me forget her, or give me courage to make her the happiest person alive. Do not fucking leave me hanging or I'll hang myself.