my fault

i am losing faith in the institution. i don't know the value of my education. i fail to grasp what my skills are worth, or if at all i have any. if all i have taken from this temple of learning is a moral lense to judge the world through, then i am poor indeed. how can i be useful, how can i be heard, how can i grapple with the real world? because i am real, much as i may try to deny it. and the world is real too, real sad, and real screwed up. and i can't give the peace sign for ever or make a living out of melancholy bitter observations about cities and the people in them.