oh god.i hate them. i can’t work to deadlines. i was very bad at keeping to them back in school. that’s why i nearly failed, i suppose. i’ll have deadlines breathing down my neck for my whole life, which i can’t handle. maybe i’ll fail at life.
my head hurts already. It is only 9:30. Where the hell is that bottle of pills. Crap, more work. I guess I’m just not feeling it today. Netflix got in, maybe the order of electric cigarettes will cheer me up. Why not.
Beep. There’s more than one meaning to the word and as my heart stops, I realize this. You are watching with cold eyes the flat surface of my life and how it went with you.
oh god.i hate them. i can’t work to deadlines. i was very bad at keeping to them back in school. that’s why i nearly failed, i suppose. i’ll have deadlines breathing down my neck for my whole life, which i can’t handle. maybe i’ll fail at life.
my head hurts already. It is only 9:30. Where the hell is that bottle of pills. Crap, more work. I guess I’m just not feeling it today. Netflix got in, maybe the order of electric cigarettes will cheer me up. Why not.
Beep. There’s more than one meaning to the word and as my heart stops, I realize this. You are watching with cold eyes the flat surface of my life and how it went with you.
A dead line lies there limp … wanting to be exhumed … wanting to receive CPR that maybe, just maybe it will be a greenly growing line of truth.