Something

I enjoy wasting my time indulging in pointless, meaningless pastimes. Isn't that a big paradox? I spent the days in school this year counting down to this holiday, thinking it would give me time~ time to reflect, time to rest, time to change. Half the holiday has passed, and I feel like I've accomplished none of all that. I live in fear~ fear that I will run out of time. I spend all my time thinking about the many -productive- things I could do with it~ but by doing so.. I've lost so much more of it than I should have. I indulge in my thoughts, the thoughts of me being a greater person. I think of how much I would enjoy myself with the amount of time I have~ then I realise there really isn't much more of it left. School begins soon, in 28 days. The last (or second last) chapter in my book. The greatest challenge lies ahead of me. Its closer to me than I could ever imagine.