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 whoย ย actually cared about others and not just their next Friday night lovers. Can I call myself accomplished atย ย 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.