My nights have been odd
I lay in bed
thinking
thinking
thinking
about everything and nothing all at once
My thoughts wander to places I wish they wouldn’t go
to distant times I didn’t know existed
to places I’ve never been
It makes think again
How does it reach these places?
Where do these ideas come from?
Why?

It always ends
with, “why?”

It’s nights like these
where I lay around and think
What am I doing with myself?
I’m getting no where
I have no plans
I have no friends
(though that’s by choice)
I have no ambitions
no dreams
nothing.

I have
Nothing

Thinking about it… I really don’t have any motivation to go to school. I’ve got no reason other than I’m supposed to.