Spring break is no good for me...I suddenly feel the pressure of everything pulling down on me. Pressure, that mostly consists of my mother's rantings, and figuring out what to do until the next Death Note comes out. How will I spend these next 37 days, until my life is fully useful? The wonders of my mind are starting to escape me. I fear I will become some faceless consumer in this world where economics is the number one priority, or perhaps, I will be a faceless zombie in my everyday life. Counting down days. Thirty-seven until the next Death Note, fifty-three days of school left until summer, five hundred ninety-three days of school until I graduate from high school, seventy days until my birthday resonates; it goes on and on. Still...ONLY THIRTY-SEVEN MORE DAYS UNTIL THE NEXT DEATH NOTE COMES OUT, SUCKERS! Muhahahahahahahaha!
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