I'm doing my work late at night because I'm a lazy ass. I hate this. I wish I was motivated and productive. Now, even things I used to like seem worthless. I just feel... fuzzy. My brains goes slack, and my limbs just refuse to cooperate. I have a test tomorrow, but I'll be fine. I'm smart. But I wish I was motivated enough to live up to my own potential. Also, I've been having some "interesting" thoughts. I'm quite ashamed. But I can't help it. Maybe someday we'll all be able to psychoanalyse ourselves. Until then, we suffer in our dumbness. To finish off, here's a song recommendation: "April Showers" by Proleter. Have a lovely next 24 hours :D
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