Ah, where to begin. Just some much jumbled thoughts that I want out, arranged neatly. It would seem that the more I try to put everything nicely, the messier it gets. Just got not talent at all, looking at the state of my dorm room. But hey, I can push that shit on my finals right, I need to study for my papers so I've got no time to do mundane crap like cleaning up my own mess. Yeah, do that, just blame it all on your last minute cramming and so-called revisions.
I heard before that how your room looks, reflects entirely on you as a being. I guess that makes me a steaming pile of muck, dust and cobwebs? Yeah, that's me.
Ever had a time when you just want it to pass, to end, to go away. However childish that sounds. This might just be that exact time I'm in and I'm mightily stuck in this endless time loop. It's like a poorly made reboot of Back to the Future where Marty just keeps going back again and again because he keeps screwing up. Then in the end, he end up f-
no. but you get the idea, don't you? This.
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