finals are coming up and with that, the sinking regrets of all the lost time
that you spent,
bored and calculated,
twidling your thumbs all the while when you could have been studying
or writing essays
or finsihing extra credit.
the american child.
well, i am tired and it's 32 hour workweeks along with 3 classes that i will
hesitantly retire with a less than perfect grade,
not due to lack of effort but
to time dwindling away.
the week has just began
yet i feel it slipping away.
without the proper numberical input that i needed to give.
oh, but don't you know.
the world feeds off of stress and blood and coffee.