whose hands are these? cuz they’re definitely not mine.
it’s sunday night 11:47pm to be exact
what have i done over the weekend?
i’ve done most of my homework. whipee woo hoo.
like seriously what the hell. when did weekend become just pure homework time
these hands belong to my homework.
scribbling equations, numbers, sentences, typing notes, i mean are these the only things that my hands know how to do
it seems that friday is already such a far away date. i don’t even remember clearly what i did that day.
my mind is blank, just filled with shit for tomorrow’s lessons or the day after tomorrow.
i feel no satisfaction from completing homework. i feel nothing.
i’ve already lost interest in video games, then love/relationships, then tv shows, then videos, then music.
i already have nothing to look forward to in life or no desire.
except homework, studying, i don’t there is anything else that i would be good at.
i just feel like a mindless robot, memorizing everything i see and spiting it out.
i suddenly feel like there is no more to look forward in life
i suddenly don’t know what i can do if i don’t have homework to do.
are these hands supposed to be for other purposes except working, studying?