All is well in my neighborhood, I have nothing to worry about. Until I stop to think, is that really a good thing? At this stage in my life you'd think I have something that I worry about. Everyone has something or someone they worry about. Maybe everything I do has become so nonchalant that I've become so used to feeling like a little kid again. Have I really regressed and lost all sense of responsibility?
I've become very disinterested with showing enthusiasm at work, I'm just over it. Nothing seems to strike my attention anymore, I've grown weary with my surroundings.
I need something to keep me motivated, something that'll spark my interest and give me the fuel I need to drive this train right up the ass of anyone that stands in my way.
It's settled. I need to get back in school. I've had a little too much fun, and to be quite honest I'm bored out of my fucking mind.