morning gaze

"one morning, i woke up and take a look around. it's already half past nine and i have a class at eleven. somehow i prefer not to take in, whole day..."

i don't know, maybe it's just laziness, or something called free time lust
human never satisfied about things they have, so when they had given one free time,
they'll ask for more, just like me

i look under the table beside my bed, there's books that never touched since the day i get into college, books that deserve to be read but i really had no intention to
what i've been doing here in my room is sleep, eat, and interact with my laptop

where's the direction i'm heading, actually?
does anyone know?

autistneverdie