Sitting/Typing.

[and there was silence] I haven't writtin in awhile. so i thought i'd write right now. I'm sitting here. wasting precious time again. I should be off doing things. Being constructive and all that JAZZ. I'm tired from doing nothing. But not motivated enough to do anything. Motivation is the key. and the key is lost. STRIKE! STRIKE! Go on STRIKE! Damn education system and they're always teasing us with their lay-offs and cancelled classes and hopes for a strike. PRD is HISTORY. Gone. Faded away somewhere. Between the light and the dark of my heart. I'm still coping. Copping? Whichever. This entry sucks. And will be short. It will end in a minute. with no point. No meaning. As is my life. "Off." DFN.
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