My life

has become a schedule.
A nasty configuration of homework, activities and sleep.

But my motivation is waning.
My eyes bore into the back of my professors' heads
as I try to concentrate on their jargon bibber-babber.

Slow dooown.
Let's walk outside.
Show us a movie.
Don't write tests that are meant to fail us.
Share your passion to inspire us.
Otherwise it'll just be another night of reading
of writing

of dying a little inside.

I allow you to hold too much of my existence in your hands.