Daily blogging, can I commit to it?
I doubt so. School is hectic but why am I still goofing around. Why do I always not have to strength to commit to something. Why is that so. I hate myself, I hate my life. Why?.
Commitment means to duty or pledge to something or someone.
I can't commit to studying and yet I can't commit to the person I once loved.
I lost her and thats why.
Commitment, is important.
School work. Practicals and work are piling up. So much that I am gasping for air.
But, right now, instead of doing them, I'm still lazing around, practically rotting. Why is that so, I feel lertargic most of the day and when I want to do something, after awhile, I do something else.
I'm sick of this shit man. What am I gonna do right now.
Why am I a fucking procrastinator.
Why!?
I spend most of my time on the computer. Yet, not more than half of my work is done. Time used is usually on blog surfing, dota-ing, mapling, msn-ing, and other sorts of crap THAT IS NOT AT ALL RELATED TO MY SCHOOL WORK.
ICA's are coming, rushing to me like a herd of wild bulls.
*extracted from what Rachel sent me*
Week 4

Computing Maths ICA 1 (Number System)

ESSIT - Practical

Business Communications (15%)
Listening and Note Taking

Week 7

Marketing ICA1 (Written Test) - 20%

Accountings ICA1

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Data structures (Not sure yet!)

See!
I'm tired. Should I just quit school and go back to work? Back to rotting at AhWok? $7/Hr, gritting your teeth at work?

I feel empty. I need counselling. Or to put it simply, I hope i die.

The Click Five - Empty



Tried to take a picture
Of love
Didn't think I'd miss her
That much
I want to fill this new frame
But it's empty

Tried to write a letter
In ink
It's been getting better
I think
I got a piece of paper
But it's empty
It's empty

Maybe we're trying
Trying too hard
Maybe we're torn apart
Maybe the timing
Is beating our hearts
We're empty

And I even wonder
If we
Should be getting under
These sheets
We could lie in this bed
But it's empty
It's empty

Maybe we're trying
Trying too hard
Maybe we're torn apart
Maybe the timing
Is beating our hearts
We're empty

Oh oh
Oh oh
Oooooh
Oh oh
Oh oh

Maybe we're trying
Trying too hard
Maybe we're torn apart
Maybe the timing
Is beating our hearts
We're empty

We're empty
We're empty

its a song about falling out of love;