I'm not suppose to be writing this
It's finals week, so that's why I'm not suppose to write this. But, it doesn't really matter.
Okay. I'm sitting in my room, staring at the monitor. Instead of studying. But, what the heck. It's not like I'm gonna flunk English, or something. So, why should I care? But, then again, there's a part of me that's saying "Go study, ya fat bastard." The little struggle prevailing on me, like cancer spreading through. Should I accept, or should I reject. I don't know. My mind is calm.
I know blabber some philosophical shit up, but I'm cold. And, cold, does weird things to the mind.
Okay. I'm sitting in my room, staring at the monitor. Instead of studying. But, what the heck. It's not like I'm gonna flunk English, or something. So, why should I care? But, then again, there's a part of me that's saying "Go study, ya fat bastard." The little struggle prevailing on me, like cancer spreading through. Should I accept, or should I reject. I don't know. My mind is calm.
I know blabber some philosophical shit up, but I'm cold. And, cold, does weird things to the mind.