It's my Fault

Today I spent the majority priting out random pieces of work for a deadline thats been staring me in the face for months.

I have mentally prepared myself for the worst outcome, but this awful sense of fragile hope still lingers, keeping me from thinking straight.

I want it to go, I dont wanna care about something then fail at it. Somehting that seems to happen to often. It's all my fault, I just don't have any motivation.


It's just a bunch of fucking graphics coursework. The blase attitude doesn't suit me in the academic sense. I wan't to learn to not care.

Exams are kicking i'm, and I still not in gear. Need to get my act sorted. Very soon too.