the most depressing part of the day is looking out the window and realizing it's already dark and you've allowed yet another 24 hours slip through your fingertips like sand on a beautiful beach that you will never go to because if you keep living like this, just going through the motions and doing what you're told is right and what everyone else is doing because they also were told that's what's right - that's just what you do - then you'll end up living the same exact life as the person sitting next to you in class today that you still can't remember the name of, just a nameless face that mumbles a few words to you every so often. but that's not how you should be remembered because you are more than a nameless face and you could do great things, such great things. but how are you supposed to when you have no motivation to do anything besides the fact that someone is telling you to do it? how are you supposed to when the very things that will lead you to greatness are the same things that are tearing you apart?
a/n oh look yet another poem that isn't even a poem.
and it's depressing.
