"Talk about being crushed."

It's finally over.

The end of the life I've always known.
The end of all my hopes and dreams.

We may have heard about it before,
People who are forced to give up their studies,
Because their parents aren't supportive.

Financially.

Never thought that it'll happen to me one day.
But it has happened,
And I was at the Dean's Office today,
Handing over the letter,
That would grant me the ability to graduate this semester.

Now.
I don't want to hear things like,
How I used pancreatitis as an excuse,
To drop out of school.

I've never needed any excuses,
To do whatever I want.

And what kind of idiot would I be,
To put in all my heart and soul into the dumb thesis,
If I had planned for it to happen all along?

That's it.
Don't ever talk to me about it anymore.

I'm crushed.

And so I must return the favor somehow to something.

I stepped into the toilet before the lights were turned on,
And instantly felt something crunchy underneath my foot.
The lights came on,
And the crunchiness came from a totally flattened cockroach.
Complete with see ham colored guts.