12:46 p.m. - Monday, Apr. 07, 2003
futility
FUCK i'm bored. Bored and agitated. I have a paper due tomorrow. I'm not really fucking dedicated to it. Or anything right now. I should start working, but i can't seem to get myself together. I just want to smoke a joint right now. But i know what will happen. I'll let daylight slip away from me, and i won't do anything even remotely important at all, and i can't keep wasting time like that. i shouldn't go to that show tonight. i should work. not get high and fuck about either. work. i have PMS. everything feels like futility.
