I can’t do it. I can’t go back to school. I can’t write those ridiculously worthless essays. I can’t continuously spew out bullshit for them.

I can’t do it. I can’t listen to another lecture.

Can I sit there while the world goes on without me?

Can I sit there while the environment is wrecked, our soldiers die, and our corrupt politicians make more money?

I say I can’t, but I can. I’ve done it for two years, haven’t I?

What’s two more?

What’s another two after that?

I can’t do it. I can’t go to work. I can’t sit in a cubicle farm. Isn’t there more to life?

I say I can’t, but I can. I’ve done it before, haven’t I?

Make the money. Sit in front of the TV. Act indignant. Go to sleep.

Complain again but do nothing.