A Nothing Time

I feel very uncreative. I wouldn't mind killing some time writing a poem or two. But I just can't face it. I just have the feeling anything I write right now will not be worth writing at all. I feel pretty unsure in general really. I'm split between lots of feelings, and somehow in my mind right now it all boils down to nothing. I'm really looking forward to next year, but also a little scared as I don't quite know how I'll manage. I know it's going to cost a lot for uni and accomodation, and I'll want to do things like go to the theatre on top of that. I can't imagine how I'll be able to afford it. Especially since I want my time back in England over summer, which means foregoing the summer job. Surely it will all work out though. But not without me figuring out how. And right now I don't want to do that. I don't want to do the school work that I need to, to get the grades and make sure I get to do what I want next year. I don't want to do anything. It's just one of those nothing feelings. A nothing evening. I think I'll let it stay that way. Just chat on msn, maybe phone a friend, and worry about school, internals, money, next year... tomorrow.