Lately I've been having the attention span of a squirrel on coffee.. And that's not good.
I got too much to do.
Yet i do nothing but hang around in my house.
I start to detest school.
Wait.
I already did.
Art therapy.
Anthroposofy.
I can't even propnounse it properly.
THAN WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING HERE?!
Well.
Gotta do something.
So I torture myself with boring lectures about the "interesting" thoughts of Steiner.
If I wasn't suïcidal yet.
I am now.
"And how does that make you feel?"
I'M DRAWING RANDOM LINES, I DONT FEEL ANYTHING!
Maybe I should tell them I don't have emotions.
Not anymore.
Thanks to them.
I'm so waisting my time.
But hey.
Gotta do something.
Sh*t.
I'm on the computer, while I'm supposed to be painting crazy moods.
Nope.
Still not moving.
Still typing.
Feeling braindead.
OK.
FINE.
I'm leaving.
Now.
Ok.
Come on.
LEAVE.
Stop typing.
Sjeez.
Feeling a bit schyzofrenic. (or however is spelled)
Ok.
I'm going.
Cuz I gotta do something, right?