Contemn

She despises unproductive days. She disdains procrastinanting her assignments. She dislikes coming late to classes and meetings. She detests ignoring her friend's chats. She abhors the notion that all man are inherently greedy.

But right now she is trapped within her own hatred. Imprisoned by her own inconcistency. She has become the last person she wants to meet if the world broke apart.

And she wants to escape.

so bad.

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it is as bleak as the bulbs.