I've got nothing to say...

Mood: pain
Listening to: Steer by Missy Higgins
Reading: Dark Lover by J. R. Ward
Watching: Avatar: The Last Airbender
Playing: Breathe by Taylor Swift
Eating: Veggies and bread
Drinking: Chamomile tea

What is it with headaches and their ability to incapacitate you? I mean, that's not a very nice thing to do, is it?

I had Deb practice after school today. It was... I don't know. I had a headache, so I probably didn't enjoy it as much as I usually do... it was... tedious.

The thing is, I actually don't have anything to say. I just wanted to say... well, something. I felt like blogging... and yet, there's nothing to say...

Where, O Death, is thy sting?

There's never enough time for anything! Why is that? I just find my time disappearing down the drain before I can even register that it's there, before I can even do something with it. I planned to spend all day today doing my English homework and then my History essay and then, if I had time, my Psychology work. But I haven't done any of that. I mean, granted I did sort of work on homework all day, being on our Philosophy wiki, which sort of counts, but I just can't get motivated to do what I'm supposed to do! My work! I'm so behind and the weekend was when I was supposed to catch up. Last weekend, the weekend before that... and I just keep doing other things. I just keep doing everything else except my homework.
*Sigh.* I need to go have a shower.
S

Steer

You've been played at a game

Called remembering your name

And you stuffed it up

But the search ends here

Where the night is totally clear

And your heart is fierce

So now you finally know

That you control where you go

You can steer

Oh

And get out of the box

And step into the clear

Oh

'Cause now you finally know

You can steer

Why does everyone bother about... everything? I mean, I was thinking today, I used to get so up in arms about the littlest, stupidest things. And you know, sometimes I react to them in my mind now, but I don't bother saying anything out loud, I don't bother being serious about it. It's like I've suddenly opened my eyes, and realised that I'm just a baby, and I don't know anything and everything I thought was important is nothing.

Even this, right now. Me sitting here wasting my time writing a blog about all of this feels so pointless to me. And I just don't understand my past self. How did I look at anything and see it as important and worth my time. I feel like my whole life has been wasted on nonsense and uselessness.

"For with much wisdom comes much sorrow; the more knowledge, the more grief."

-Solomon

Ecclesiastes :18