Timecheck: 6.10pm

Lying in bed, and my mind wanders off into space and into a blackhole, or a milkyway. I start to think about this thing we all call life. What is life? Is it smth we experience in the mind? What is happiness? What is sadness? What is jealousy? Who gave them these names and who defined them? What if there were no such thing as happiness or sadness or jealousy, what if the pure thought of labelling them and giving them such names, created them. And then we are all percieved to believe that feelings exist. Oh but what a shame if they didn't exist, cause after all, to feel is to live. If feelings didn't exist, would we still? Ahh well.

Moving on to smth less mind-boggling, I feel totally useless today. Use-less. Useless. I have no work, nor do i have any plans. I actually hate having no plans; having no plans means i stay home, and when i stay home all alone, i tend to think too much. On days that i am occupied however, i curse and swear when i need to get out of bed and start my day.

Wouldn't it be amazing if humans never needed sleep? I imagine all the time we'd have, and all the things, although not to the utmost potential, we'd achieve. And i wouldn't, for once, be a lazy person. I've been thinking, that the reason why i can never do all the things i want to do, relies solely on my bed and i think i need to see someone about this, it's mad.

I remember Mom once told me that being lazy, kills a person. I second that. And yet, here i am, in bed, thinking of how i am going to spend my day when it's already six fucking twenty four p.m.