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"Motivationless"

Really reached the pinnacle of not caring and I'm wathcing myself decline, and it doesn't even bother me I don't think. I feel sad, like when you hear about a hooker getting a fork in the eye or something, but I dont truly care.

I cant type any more, I've had to re-corect the last sentences about 11 times because I'm such a spaz I cant even do somehting simple anymore.

Been getting D's in my work I've handed in lately, not due to not trying, I've tried a decent amount, just my best isn't as good as my best used to be.

I've been drinking a lot lately, thankfully not lonesome drinking, because that would be marginally worse, but I've been spending all my cash on money and gambling.

I hate to see what I've become, but at the same time I care so little than I carry on, without any desire the acheive anything much anymore.

It's not the being crap that bugs me, it's that I know I should want to be better than this, but I really dont. I just feel empty. It's liberating in a way.

I actually don't even know why I'm typing this, if I don't care why the hell will anyone else?

Um, thats it. Finito.

gamesfreak wrote:
> Got back from America at 5:30am this morning after two weeks of a
> fantastic holiday.
>
> Currently, I'm tired, preparing for the jet-lag to settle in and
> dreading the thought of going back to college tomorrow.

THAT'S dedication. Maybe it's just my bone-idol nature, but if I had just come back from a holiday I probably wouldn't go in for the rest of the week.

Listen up you stinking maggots, it seems you just don't get it.
Well I've been appointed to inform you, your days are numbered.
You would cry, you would scream
If you knew half the things I see.
Please, please just do as I say,
Repent and leave your evil ways.
Meanwhile....planes drop from the sky,
People disappear and bullets fly.
Little grey men are coming our way,
(Tastes just like chicken, they say.)
Actually they're all around.
Secret bunkers underground.
Round 'em up, skin 'em alive,
Rolling, rolling, rolling, rawhide.
Carter is a clone.
Dozen brothers 'round the globe.
MJ-12 damned us to hell.
Scroll & Key, Skull & Bone.
It's only just begun.
The best is yet to come.
Area 51,
The spawn of Babylon.
Couldn't give a damn about "J.F.K.",
Everything's conspiracy.
Wouldn't be surprised if they have their way
(Tastes just like chicken, they say.)
I know it's hard to swallow.
It must sound too far fetched.
But you can bet your bottom dollar
I ain't going like the rest.

Those lyrics actually make you think...what ever happened to taking drugs?

Ahahahhaa, abysmal.

:D

Got back from America at 5:30am this morning after two weeks of a fantastic holiday.

Currently, I'm tired, preparing for the jet-lag to settle in and dreading the thought of going back to college tomorrow.

Life sucks

Although, you start to think your own 'problems' are just a phase compared to the people who listen to Avril Lavigne with these 'meaningful' and 'angsty' lyrics which spawns a whole new race of apparently 'depressed' teenagers....

What's wrong, what's wrong now?
Too many, too many problems.
Don't know where she belongs, where she belongs.
She wants to go home, but nobody's home.
It's where she lies, broken inside.
With no place to go, no place to go to dry her eyes.
Broken inside.

Oh, please....

Jum.

Stop crying

Im made out of money.
Infact, one of my testicles resemble a £2 coin.

I tried a diet of pure money.

Pfft..All you have to do is become rich somehow and all your problems will run away.

Although, there are those people who say that money means nothing - they are wrong.

Money means everything.