I’m damned. I thought I could resign gloriously. But hell, no. It is indeed a really dark place to be. This is a place, where to the outside world, accumulated filth is akin to snow, the smell of spring is the unforgiving stench that will always remain, and those blood sucking bugs appear to be little innocent flora. Beautiful isn’t it? How mighty of you to claim that, a decade ago, you could persuade the people to take part in the activities, whereas now, teens these days won’t listen; how would you know if you don’t bother to try? When you even tell them that they have a choice as to whether they want to attend the activity or not; “You want to come, you come, don’t want to come, its ok. I won’t force people.” When this sentence comes out of your mouth, it just gives the mentality to people that ‘Yeah, I just don’t have to go.’ At the end of the day. Who suffers? The exco. The exco will never be loyal to you. Why? To the fact that you’ve just bestowed me 2 cups of poisoned wine. No way out at all. The replacement of exco with a snap of your fingers just creates a greater rift between the exco and the members. You just don’t treasure the top brass. Shortly after the knowledge of an irresponsible lower rank exco, you made her resign from her post. Then, you tell me about it. The way you wanted to make me see, is that yeah, see, she doesn’t do her job, she’s off. But, in my opinion, it just tells me that you are merely silencing the lower officials to shut the top brass. What a despicable act. If I resign like that, it means that I just ain’t capable enough to stay in this war. And you can proudly hold my detached head and ask the rest “who’s next?” But if I do, I’ll be liberated. Liberation or dignity? It’s a hard choice.

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