Sunday, April 08, 2007
I slept at 3, woke up at 11.
Then I slept at 330, woke up at 6.
Am I a pig or what.
I have not touched a single piece of my homework.
One full Economics essay awaits me.
One GP comprehension awaits me.
My PW PI awaits me.
So what am I doing here?
But what defines me as who I am?
I'm rereading My sister's keeper.
Its a book that can wreck you up.
You just realize that life is so futile
Everything can be so meaningful yet meaningless.
Its death that gives life its meaning.
So who am I when I am stripped of the title of a scholar?
Its been there for too long now.
Something that I tell everybody
but its really nothing to be proud of
Ironically.
I need to break free from this self-destructive misery.
Its too much to bear.
Y8:07 pm
