looking at someone sobbing uncontrollably in front of u is like having reality hit u in the face.
in a good sense really.
ur heart turns cold, u lose hope, then e only thought that comes into ur mind is, oh wadever, fuck it.
it just gives u very good idea as to who the person really is,
so now i know that what kind of "leader" i'm dealing with right now
i basically can lower my expectations to nil, n then enjoy my golden years ahead.
cruel as it sounds, a weak leader cannot gain respect. but then again, u had no commitments to the club, nothing will make u fight for it as much as those who've been in it n thru hell.
ja... mata!
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