It's A Shame

Time is ridiculous. Sitting in class for almost three hours while three years have gone by too fast. I sit and count minutes and melt into myself of being post stoned and irritated.

Desperately, I drink my coffee to wake myself and feel productive.

I haven't done anything in three years, but still give myself excuses to not want to work or ask myself whats the point?

Continuously, proving to myself there actually is no point and that everything is strange.

 T. Rex begins to play in my head.





 Angrily and in shock. What kinds of people walk this earth?

Japanese jazz plays in my head and I feel okay again.