thoughts from nowhere: if only we could channel our endless fretting and worrying into something tangible, or something productive, then at least we could see the enormity of our indolence when we die, or more favourably, wouldn't be wasting our lives away doing nothing... and then pondering what the hell we did. like right now, i am agonizing over the exams that is to come on monday, wednesday and thursday. if only i could harness this irrational and ineffectual torment into my studies, i would probably do very well. but doing so would mean having to find a way to channel such anxiety and i just don't have the time. anyway, this is life for me right now, writing stuff which will probably never result in anything:
