Bottoming out toppling over adulthood breeds boredom where choices are too many. Inactive and unproductive when left to my own devices. Vices filling gaps left by once-thrived-upon structure. If i don’t have deadlines i stand still if i don’t have deadlines i don’t do if I don’t have deadlines I set no goals. I neither reap nor do I sow. I just come and I go with two punches of one clock. I watch seconds turn to minutes and those minutes add to hours eight times over and I am waiting waiting waiting for something to feel important. I am waiting waiting waiting for some sense of urgency. Open-ended questions require curiosity – but for me (lacking that), they inspire lagging lethargy. I would not fight for freedom, if it was my time to fight – but I might fight for responsibility and a reduction of my rights. I feel plagued by choices in the land of possibility. I feel plagued to find happiness and success monetarily. Maybe I should just give up, go back to college, and get another degree.