What the fuck do you want me to say? That it's been two years since I've been in academia? I'm so tired of wallowing away, not choosing to be lead astray. Yet still being filed away as trivial. Subliminal. Failing all the trials and tribulations. No. I don't wish to reconcile. If it were a crime I would be without parole. I whine on that CV and attempt to sell my soul with decree. Only to receive a computed passage, encased with subtle glee. Unfortunately, you didn't achieve the score required. You just didn't have the highest falsetto in the choir. And what's more, we won't give you a why. Because we the coveted sourdough, you the overpriced rye. We do recommend you apply again next year though. Don't sigh. We know AI discriminates on applications but it saves us time!
A pine tree in the shade, never shining. Other acres freed of strife. Can you call it failed potential if I've never had the chance to be monumental? Maybe I should just settle for retail.