Picked All My Weeds, But Kept The Flowers

*Credits: weheartit*


That is me laying on the floor, uninspired by anything.This is one of those weeks where I am just too lazy to do anything. And this does not bid well for me. For instance, I am positive that I am one of the last of the 125 students in my class to jumpstart my Company law ASSignment. I have not even researched on a single thing yet. The only consolation I guess, would be the stack of unread, unused notes that have been compiled.

Whoopee.

And for some obscene reason, I feel so enervated this week. I am constantly blur in class and I have not been concentrating at all. This sucks. Just today, when the lecturer was explaining some lamentable topic on Land, I stared blankly into space until a friend of mine told me not to stone and to snap out of it.

I am constantly putting on this look of disdain and that, in the long run will be a permanent facade if I do not do anything about it.

Oh yeah, the thing is, I am trying to still not be too comfortable with everything around me. I think I have to remind myself all the time, to distant myself further every time I feel like pulling in. I do not want to go through the whole downward spiral of the after effects of Too Early, Too Soon.

I need to keep telling myself that.

I mean, after all, there are all of these sycophants that surround me. Not to say all of them are like that, but you just have to be aware and alert before you get a stab in the back. This is a bad habit (read: paranoia) build up from high school, and as much as I resent it, I am still suffering from its after effects.

Wouldn't it really be nice if there really is an alternate world you can live in. I'd love to live beyond The Wall (Neil Gaiman is genius)