ugh.
Screw the inertia.
Feeling damn high and dry now. The hell.. can't even bring myself to touch my notes. Wasting away in the winter of my discontent. And I still don't intend to study. Gonna drop by marina square tmr to pick up a pair of new shoes from the puma shop.
All I can do these days is hold my head in my hands when I think no one's looking as wave after wave of fatigue washes over me. Shackled to a role in a play I wanted no part in. Forced to smile, grin, accede, give in.
Who am I now, what am I? Little more than a puppet of society. I long to be wild and free. Instead I'm chained, chained to the
expectations, the
priorities of everyone around. No life of my own. Not anymore. Responsibilty an insidious trap crushing me every passing second of my life.
I'm tired.