UDK

You cannot tell me if I can study or not UDK Berlin.

You cannot judge if I sacrificed my whole life for design.

You cannot tell me how to live my life.

My heart wants what it wants.

If I want to be a designer, I will be a designer, either you want it or not.

Maybe not in you, but somewhere else. I'll find my harbour.

Maybe one day, you will be insignificant, and getting rejected from you will not mean anything.

Maybe one day, life will seem much better far away from Kleistpark.

Let me tell you this.

It is not over. It's never been. You fucked me up and made feel worthless, but you are nothing but another school.

I am better.

I am me.

I am here.

And I will never give up.

Never.