Monotony will be the death of me.
it's funny how school rips the very things you love to do in life right out of existence... I used to love to sit around and contemplate existence, life, people, etc, through long winded essays, poems, and songs... but now all I have time for are one sentence messages, intoxicated convos that I don't remember, writing papers that mean absolutely nothing and are of NO substance and paying bills that I can't afford. I wonder if school is the cause of this or if is just life as it progresses... I see people on here who write this and that... pieces, reflections that make you stop and wonder what you are fucking doing with your time. Then I remember, school, work, an internship, and enough time to spare to partying my ass off (cause without that right now I think I would off myself) may be the bane of my existence....
Fuck me, I have a paper to do. (repeat like 8 times)
Fuck me, I have a paper to do. (repeat like 8 times)