Fuck. (Repeat.)

This first one is different than almost every other one that you will see on this blog. This is an atypical example of my "work," but it is very important on a personal level.

I did this while I was in Musics of the World one morning. Only a matter of minutes previous to the class, I had received a notice of resignation from the person whom I thought to be holding my 'girlfriend' position. I couldn't pay attention in class. Rather, I wrote down exactly how I felt. I don't think I could have described what I felt at the time in better words. It seems somewhat melodramatic to me now, but it is still an important fragment of my life.

Without further ado, I bring to you the "piece" I oh-so-eloquently call "Fuck."