My life lacks immediacy and urgence.

I have all this aspiration without purpose.

Who gives a fuck about potential if you’re never gonna move.

Why do I always entertain this idea that I am going to do something with my life? Because I have done nothing yet- I haven’t done anything with what I’ve been given. 

What a useless guy I am. Who sits around wondering why he lacks discipline. 

I’m down, I need to pick up a damn book and start learning some shit. Because whenever I’m not excited about learning new things, I get mad depressed. Nothing really changes that.