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I don't know what's going on with me anymore. I feel no drive, no motivation, no push to even get myself to study. Some may say that it's just the environment that I choose to be in (my room) that is hindering my ability to study, which is partially true since I'm quite sure if I drag myself to some public places I would study better, but again, what's the point? Really, if I want to do something I should be able to do it wherever I want to, or at least feel the drive to do it wherever I am, if you get what I mean. I feel to desperate to study which makes me not study and that makes me desperate all over again. It's like a vicious cycle of laziness. I saw a Tumblr post yesterday saying that laziness kills, and that is probably what is going to happen to me if I continue living like this. I feel like a lost monkey in the jungle, always looking so calm and cool and knowing what he's doing, but secretly inside he's helpless and aimless. At one point in ti

- Last year: the end of IB exams, and the start of one of the best trips of my life with my awesome friends. I miss y'all! - This year: my first time seeing a live, professional musical, better yet an amazing one that made me feel an awe and elation that I'd never felt before. Like seriously. I don't think I've recovered from the awesome-ness yet. I just need to write this down. I wonder what will happen next year lol.