fuck.
I used to be a writer, took pride in everything I played onto the computer screen like fucking piano keys. It was my music. I can't write anymore. It isn't writer's block... it's writer's death.
I slack off more than anything else. I'm not necessarily lazy, just lacking in motivation. This is who I am, this is who I will get used to and adore. I do what little work is necessary to make the grade, to pass the class (okay it has to be better than a C, but still). I don't read too much either.
I haven't picked up a book since Spring Break, and even then it wasn't anything worldly renowned or mind altering. It was about a girl whose entire life was dictated by her love for alcohol. Not alcoholism, just... slight attachment. What else is a girl to do every weekend during high school and college? She seemed perfectly normal to me.
Where is my life going.
I slack off more than anything else. I'm not necessarily lazy, just lacking in motivation. This is who I am, this is who I will get used to and adore. I do what little work is necessary to make the grade, to pass the class (okay it has to be better than a C, but still). I don't read too much either.
I haven't picked up a book since Spring Break, and even then it wasn't anything worldly renowned or mind altering. It was about a girl whose entire life was dictated by her love for alcohol. Not alcoholism, just... slight attachment. What else is a girl to do every weekend during high school and college? She seemed perfectly normal to me.
Where is my life going.