Fear of academics:)

I am not afraid of death, but I am afraid of academics.

At this moment, I feel like my intestines are snakes. These snakes have just figured out how to fight and are steadily conquering my organs and becoming modern day Napoleons. Eventually, I can tell, these snakes will all turn on one another, and my torso will be no man's land.

For some reason, which I completely do not understand, I am feel worse than nervous about school for the rest of the year. It's my week of the graduating year. A lot is riding on my performance this year. I have never done well in school; I found that the safest and most enjoyable route was not to try very hard, which eventually fucks me like my future cellmate. This year my plan is to actually try (le gasp!) and become an overachiever instead of a horrible underachiever.

But in the end, all of this doesn't really eventuate to anything. There were and will continue to exist millions of insignificant details of our lives , our dreams and our successes. When the world ends, will anyone still be able to recall my name? And more importantly, when the world ends, will there be a syncronised sigh of relief for all the office slaves and school students struggling to become something. Anything.

The world may end, but until then it is all that is is beautiful. The air may be polluted, but it is still your's to breathe. The sun may burn your skin, but it grows your food, and keeps us alive. The water may go through a million chlorine cycles, but renews us every morning and/or night and sustains us, period.

I will be 18 this year. That is quite an achievement. 6570 days in existance. Not that anyone really cares though.

Do something, as excessive lethargy turns the soul to sludge.

Free trade is a good idea.