It's difficult living with yourself when you're split about almost every decision possible. Or even actions. Lately I've been dealing with the drama of whether to skip class or not. By lately I mean since, like, the second or third week of school. Of course in general I think, "No, that's bad. Don't do that. What a waste of money!" But general isn't specific when you wake up on a Tuesday morning and it's so much easier to just turn your alarm off and fall back asleep. Regret is less intense when you get 13 or 14 hours of sleep and wake up in time for the Ellen Degeneres show. Yes, I am bound for failure. I just don't care right now.
And who needs a degree to live at home and watch Spongebob Squarepants marathons anyway?!
