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It's funny that I can sit here and say that my life is something, when I was lazy today. I stayed inside, watched a movie or two Cried my eyes out, feeling rather blue. But after it was over, reality came back and I realized that I... hadn't done jack. Sure, I had felt, I had feared, I had wished, I had procrastinated, and stuck up my fist. In today's world, however, what does it mean if you're not an athlete or mathlete; you're just unseen Unseen because you have blocked yourself completely out from the world, from danger, from the coming drought of people who  actually cared about others and not just their next Friday night lovers. Can I call myself accomplished at  high when all I've done is weasel my way by? Using the bare minimum of my brain power. Waisting little energy staying up for hours. I've been lazy. I AM lazy. But should that validate anything I've done? Should I waste away a life that's only just begun? Or should I stop being lazy, here and today, turn off the device, take a look around at... May? That's the month, isn't it so? I can't remember, do you even know? I have been stuck in a grave mindset that blocks out every responsibility or threat; but I think I should awake and see the world for it's mistakes yet still embrace it 's wit and never ever never quit. I'm lazy, yes, but I can make my life something. Because after all, we all started as nothing.
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May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 1:59 PM UTC
Lazy Me
It's funny that I can sit here and say that my life is something, when I was lazy today. I stayed inside, watched a movie or two Cried my eyes out, feeling rather blue. But after it was over, reality came back and I realized that I... hadn't done jack. Sure, I had felt, I had feared, I had wished, I had procrastinated, and stuck up my fist. In today's world, however, what does it mean if you're not an athlete or mathlete; you're just unseen Unseen because you have blocked yourself completely out from the world, from danger, from the coming drought of people who  actually cared about others and not just their next Friday night lovers. Can I call myself accomplished at  high when all I've done is weasel my way by? Using the bare minimum of my brain power. Waisting little energy staying up for hours. I've been lazy. I AM lazy. But should that validate anything I've done? Should I waste away a life that's only just begun? Or should I stop being lazy, here and today, turn off the device, take a look around at... May? That's the month, isn't it so? I can't remember, do you even know? I have been stuck in a grave mindset that blocks out every responsibility or threat; but I think I should awake and see the world for it's mistakes yet still embrace it 's wit and never ever never quit. I'm lazy, yes, but I can make my life something. Because after all, we all started as nothing.
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May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 1:59 PM UTC
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