i told him my answer and he laughed. the answer i worked hours trying to find and the bastard starts laughing in my face. that insolence got straight to my last nerve, mutilating my ego along the way. "it doesn't make sense, your proof is what you had to prove," he said. yes, i'll admit defeat in my reasoning, but it's him i blame for bringing my mind to the gates of oblivion with nothing to contain my furious cries... and, as i desperately try to collect a faultless answer, he can stand there leisurely rubbing his chin like a fucking true mathematician, and nod like he understands something, but i'll know that, deep deep down, he's here with me, lost in confusion.