thewriteproject
I cannot think of anything that lures me right now; I'm so demotivated and devoid of energy. Ah, then again, the bed, maybe? I just looked at it now, and yes, it's calling me.
Oh, the loss of time...my everyday tragedy as I always end up wasting, throwing away precious minutes doing things that are of no real consequence.
I was warned that I might not finish this course. And yet I proceeded, hoping that I could reform myself enough to pull through. Now I'm not so sure. I have two days to do this. I have to do this. For my own sanity!
Celebrate is what I do once all these deadlines are met.
So that means I'll need about a month or two, or is it a year or two I meant?
Haha, random poem :-) But hey, at least I'm able to laugh at my predicament.
Average is something that I wouldn't want to be. At least, it used to be something that I dreaded becoming. But as I grow older I'm realizing that being average at some things can be enough, if it means being excellent in the things that matter the most in life.