jungle of mungle
I think about quitting school 67% of the time I'm awake.
I can't do it.
I'm not a responsible enough of a person.
I'm not a focussed enough of a person.
Real life kicks my ass and school isn't even remotely on the priority list.
I'll go to work and feel obligated to do so.
But not school.
It doesn't even matter to me if I go or not.
I'd skip school if someone asked me to go grab coffee, which I don't even drink.
I make stupid decisions like... finish a paper.. OR.. go to a show.
I pick the show, always the show.
I'm just not in the right mind set for school.
I just want to work, but definitely NOT at Subway.
I could never just base my existence and money gettings on Subway.
fucking Jordan.
He's right, I do enjoy the sitting around discussing ideas aspect of school.
The sharing my opinions with a large number of people I don't know and seeing what they have to say.
I enjoy discussion with teachers after class.
I enjoy some of my readings.
I fucking despise the essays though.
I don't know want I want anymore.
I don't know what I want with any aspect of my life.
Things should be tubular.
I have a band of sorts, kickass friends, a cool cheap place to live, a job, food, roommates I like, art work that I'm excited about starting.
Yet, I feel like poop, and I'm bitchy all the time.
WHAT IS MY PROBLEM?
Do I even have a problem?
Am I creating a problem?
Am I being an over dramatic fuckface?
Maybe.
I am a dot in the universe of go fuck yourself.
I can't do it.
I'm not a responsible enough of a person.
I'm not a focussed enough of a person.
Real life kicks my ass and school isn't even remotely on the priority list.
I'll go to work and feel obligated to do so.
But not school.
It doesn't even matter to me if I go or not.
I'd skip school if someone asked me to go grab coffee, which I don't even drink.
I make stupid decisions like... finish a paper.. OR.. go to a show.
I pick the show, always the show.
I'm just not in the right mind set for school.
I just want to work, but definitely NOT at Subway.
I could never just base my existence and money gettings on Subway.
fucking Jordan.
He's right, I do enjoy the sitting around discussing ideas aspect of school.
The sharing my opinions with a large number of people I don't know and seeing what they have to say.
I enjoy discussion with teachers after class.
I enjoy some of my readings.
I fucking despise the essays though.
I don't know want I want anymore.
I don't know what I want with any aspect of my life.
Things should be tubular.
I have a band of sorts, kickass friends, a cool cheap place to live, a job, food, roommates I like, art work that I'm excited about starting.
Yet, I feel like poop, and I'm bitchy all the time.
WHAT IS MY PROBLEM?
Do I even have a problem?
Am I creating a problem?
Am I being an over dramatic fuckface?
Maybe.
I am a dot in the universe of go fuck yourself.
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