there once was

school is getting pretty okay for me which is surprising. today i sat in my empty living room after coming home from school, considerably tired, thinking that in exactly 365 days i could be sitting right in this spot too. except almost without a care or concern – no econs, lit, gp essay outlines nudging at the back of my head, waiting to be done; no math or chem tutorials screaming within me to be completed. nothing, nothing, nothing. i thought about that and then felt a slight void creep into me. what if, with the gift of time in my hands, all the good ideas i have always imagined in my head turned me into nothing but an empty idealist? i've stopped counting down the days till graduation

maybe this wasn't such a bad idea after all