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Depressing news haha...
I've decided to write my research essay on the Open Source Licence. I feel it should be made industry standard, as FOS systems are more reliable, offer programming flexibility and customization, and save time and cost in testing.
But of course I don't really feel that.
Well, it would be a good idea, but I don't really care. I just need a goddamn research essay.
Things being going slow apart from that. Work isn't getting done (I'm supposed to be working right now), and I've got shit loads of assignments to complete. Weekends are so depressing sometimes. Just me and my room. And questions staring at me.
Sometimes I get angry and I don't wanna talk about stuff. And people notice that. And they keep asking what's wrong. I tell them I'm tired. Then they're like 'Oh, ok. You should rest. You shouldn't work too much, blah blah'. They never ask what I'm tired of.
I'm tired of this life. Not life. THIS life. There's nothing in it. No meaning in it. Living week to week, quiz to quiz, dropping in and out of subjects. Weeks can fly by without any memory of them, because they all look alike. Weekends HAVE no memory...nothing significant to distinguish them. A day is a few seconds. A year was barely 2 months.
And according to the wise words of Slipknot,
People = Shit.
They've been a real let down.
I've decided to write my research essay on the Open Source Licence. I feel it should be made industry standard, as FOS systems are more reliable, offer programming flexibility and customization, and save time and cost in testing.
But of course I don't really feel that.
Well, it would be a good idea, but I don't really care. I just need a goddamn research essay.
Things being going slow apart from that. Work isn't getting done (I'm supposed to be working right now), and I've got shit loads of assignments to complete. Weekends are so depressing sometimes. Just me and my room. And questions staring at me.
Sometimes I get angry and I don't wanna talk about stuff. And people notice that. And they keep asking what's wrong. I tell them I'm tired. Then they're like 'Oh, ok. You should rest. You shouldn't work too much, blah blah'. They never ask what I'm tired of.
I'm tired of this life. Not life. THIS life. There's nothing in it. No meaning in it. Living week to week, quiz to quiz, dropping in and out of subjects. Weeks can fly by without any memory of them, because they all look alike. Weekends HAVE no memory...nothing significant to distinguish them. A day is a few seconds. A year was barely 2 months.
And according to the wise words of Slipknot,
People = Shit.
They've been a real let down.
