12.12.12

It's the twelfth day of the twelfth month of the year two thousand twelve. Crazy. 12/12/12. Was something spectacular supposed to happen today? Maybe. Something tragic? Not necessarily. Something life changing?  Probably not. This is the last time the date will repeat itself like this. Something special should have happened. But there was nothing too out of the ordinary. I took a super hard test in Grammar. I fell even harder for my crush. My best friend was home sick. What else? Nothing. Ho-hum dumb-drum. My existence feels so irrelevant lately. I have hardly an ounce of motivation. I have to convince myself that schoolwork is somehow important, that my body somewhy needs sleep, that people somewhere care about me. Sometimes, I get catch myself in my daydreams. Disgustolgia is what I'd like to call these silly thinkings. Daydreams, zone-outs, simply staring off into space, thinking of nothingness. That's what my days mostly consist of. Nothing unusual or wonderful anymore. But hey, maybe twelve just isn't even my lucky number anyway.