Bad Me
I feel like I'm being ground down. And I feel like it's my own fault for feeling this way.
If I'm honest with myself, I have time to do the things I need to do, but I don't have the energy or the motivation to do them.
Last night I was meant to be doing my English essays and Psychology course work. Instead I just curled up on my bed, read a book by the light of my lamp... Listened to Incubus on repeat and wrote a story.
This morning I packed my bag for school, but with all my unfinished work in it. I registered at school, then walked striaght out the front entrance. My mark will get me £10 at the end of the week if no one finds out I was bunking.
Bunking.
I was going to spend the day catching up on all my work. At least, that was the plan. Instead I spent an hour on the Internet, fifeteen minutes writing an essay, then another hour on the Internet, then finishing my essay - very short, and not happy with it - and now I'm here, with twenty minutes to go, two more english essays, one piece of psychology coursework, and countless pyschology studies I should be learning, still to do...
But I just can't... be ... arsed.
I was going to go for a walk. I didn't do that either.
I just want to curl up in bed, sleep, read and listen to music... And that will do for at least a week.
Damn myself.
If I'm honest with myself, I have time to do the things I need to do, but I don't have the energy or the motivation to do them.
Last night I was meant to be doing my English essays and Psychology course work. Instead I just curled up on my bed, read a book by the light of my lamp... Listened to Incubus on repeat and wrote a story.
This morning I packed my bag for school, but with all my unfinished work in it. I registered at school, then walked striaght out the front entrance. My mark will get me £10 at the end of the week if no one finds out I was bunking.
Bunking.
I was going to spend the day catching up on all my work. At least, that was the plan. Instead I spent an hour on the Internet, fifeteen minutes writing an essay, then another hour on the Internet, then finishing my essay - very short, and not happy with it - and now I'm here, with twenty minutes to go, two more english essays, one piece of psychology coursework, and countless pyschology studies I should be learning, still to do...
But I just can't... be ... arsed.
I was going to go for a walk. I didn't do that either.
I just want to curl up in bed, sleep, read and listen to music... And that will do for at least a week.
Damn myself.