Defeat? A tiny set back in a world of endless possibility and eternal sunshine.

Tomorrow I’m required to show my utterly unfinished piece among the fantastical creations of my peers. I refuse to turn in a finished yet terrifyingly weak piece of work, so I will do what I must and it will be finished by next week.

Victory has many mothers, but defeat is almost always an orphan. Defeat, time to meet your mum. You are mine. I will use every emotion and mental state to my advantage. I will remind you: Fuck getting embarrassed, I just get enlightened.