3 Hours Down the Toilet

I've been sitting in my chilly dorm room for the past 3 hours attempting to work on my Spanish composition. You would think I am almost done. But, alas, I do not even have one word written down. I hate my life at this moment. I have so much to do, but I can not force myself to do it. I need inspiration or motivation to pursue and accomplish the things I need to do. I wish I could function without these important things; that would be a great feat for me. Why is it so easy for others? I envy them. To be able to sit down and work is a dream of mine. This Spanish composition is the most boring thing in the world right now. Tomorrow is going to be hell because my eyelids have been drooping since 10 pm. 3 am officially sucks. If only my magic carpet and I could venture off into the world, so I could leave my worries behind.