What am I fucking doing with my life?

I'm about to wake up my sweetie roomate with the typing.
it's fucking sevem a.m..
She's going to kill me, ... and I sort of hope she really does.

I don't have much to say. Of course, since I haven't being doing much with my life.
One day my name will be in dictionary to define Loser.

People have kids to take care of, people have moms with cancer, people work to pay their gas, people study to change the world, people go to africa, people go around everywhere even if it's just to do nothing.
And what do I do?
I come home from the bar at 3 a.m. and stay in bed doing absolutely nothing but breathing and coughing till six in the afternoon. Then I beg my roomie for a pizza and a bottle of soda causa I haven't eaten all day. And so I stay sit in bed, I whatch some episodes of some series on a stolen netflix account till 7 FUCKING A.M. ON THE FOLLOWING DAY.
... Ha, And I still hope to change the world.

Seriously, what is wrong with me? Are there pills to cure lazyness?

I'm sorry, buddys. I know it's for justice, for people rights but I fucking miss my classes.
It's the only shit I've done with my days that made me feel usefull.

I have laundry to do, I don't fucking have clothes left to wear... seriously, I'm using dirty ones.
fuck.... what's wrong with me?

I'ts just so sad to be writing this crap.

I've got like a hundred empty shits of marlboro on my bag and I wonder why I'm coughing.
I'm just a moron.
Time to start introducing myself like that.

With love,
Moron.