Sunday, July 10
where i'm just getting very disillusioned. i can't really think of one single thing which i can live for, which i can die for.
sure football is fun. sure i have great friends. fell asleep during what was an exciting formula one race. maybe i'm crying out for epl to return. but seriously..
studying is becoming such a routine. strangely i feel lost if i don't read, even if it's just one page. and it's all degenerating into a robotic, mindless activity.
i am not suicidal. i don't want to die, yet. but i just can't find much reason to live either.