Life Has Become A Perpetual Activity

I've been noticing this more and more lately: it's starting to seem like everything I do has become completely perpetual, everything just seems to just run itself, it all feels like I'm on autopilot all the time.

What do I do? Well it's a routine, first sign of perpetuality. I wake up, wash up, dress up, eat breakfast, ride the bus to campus, go to class, come back, go back to campus, then come back. I just noticed that that is basically all I do. Everything is just automatic, I don't even think about any of the individual activities. It's gotten to the point where I have no idea why I do things; it's almost like I do things either out of fear of inactivity, or just because I've completely bought into the role of a student.

Like, for example, I get on the bus, and as I'm sitting there, riding along the stretch of Arlington/Russel Blvd., every now and then I just ask myself, "why the fuck am I on this bus, and how the fuck did I get here?" My body, my brain, my existence as a whole just seems to be on autopilot these days. Thing's seem to go by faster than they used to. I mean, come on, it's freakin Thursday already... where the hell did the week go? Maybe its just because I cram so many random activities into each day, that since I'm always doing stuff, time just seems to go by so quickly.

My life is passing by, seemingly literally right in front of my own eyes.

woooooooooooooshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh gone

-nesqu!k