| Current mood: |  frustrated |
| Current music: | Frank Sinatra |
[...everything here's about to break...]
I've done it again.
Done what you ask?
Done the inevitable.
Once again.
I didn't go to class regularly.
I got behind.
I have about 13 papers to write tonight.
Well...6...really...
And what's worse is that I know I have these things to do and I waste time talking to Daron, and Jesse, and Michael, and EVERYBODY.
I should buckle down...and take control...
But I think I might not care.
That's wrong isn't it? To not care.
I think that's wrong...right?
But it's hard to care about this...when my mind is on something else.
I'd rather just be in England. I know that's awful. That if I want to BE in England I should study harder.
Work harder.
But for some reason I'm just dead inside.
And I have no motivation, no drive.
What happened to me?
I feel like an empty shell.
Why do I do this to myself?
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