This World Is Not For You I don't know who I am. You don't know who I am.
All's better this way, so why not leave it?
(This is pretty much my complain about everything
and want-to-kill-myself blog. If you happen upon
here, I apologize.)


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Counting down like sheeps sent to slaughter

I promised myself I wouldn’t be a sloth this weekend, but I don’t even think that’s physically possible. I have a pile of homework waiting to be done. Not literally a pile. But really, where’s the motivation? It took me nearly 2 hours to get out of bed. I wish it was Christmas break already, but then I don’t. Because break means we would’ve taken finals and gotten final grades. And I’m really not ready for that. I need to do good, but I’m not even determined at the least. I want to go to shows and have fun. I want to have mini jam sessions with my friend. I want to watch pointless videos. And mostly just hide under my blankets and disappear.