‘in this dust that was a city’
Damn history test tomorrow. It’d better be easy, or I’m screwed.
I can’t believe how lazy I am.
The days drag on. Time has no hold on me the last few weeks of school. And my motivation is shot. I’ve found myself hating class more and more. Usually I feel pretty benign, just sit there and soak up whatever I can. But now I’ve begun to sit there and can actually feel my brain rejecting the entire situation. It’s disheartening.
background noise: “99 Red Balloons” Goldfinger