It's a bit sad that I do not mind for our world to end (read: turned upside down). We all need it. I need it because I would happily oblige not to go to work next week. I have begun to stop caring. I go to graduate school, and I did not even submit an assignment when it was due. Because I did not care very much for it. I have begun to rebel against the old me.
As I wait for the world to end, in reality or in theory, I'm closing a door behind me, and turning on a switch. I would like to start doing and committing only to things I truly love, and slowly but surely move on from the things that I toil through everyday.
