Procrastination.

Dammit! Curses to the internet for its wonders and beauty that one can't help but to just linger on its spaces. I have much to do yet have been procrastinating roaming on sites of the web. I know that as time passes by, I regret more because not only that my work remains undone, the stress piles up like whatever you can imagine being piled up. I so very much enjoyed the time when the internet at home had a down time. I could not use it for about two weeks and I can remember that that very two weeks had been very productive. I read several books and could do many things that I usually don't do because of spending too much time checking stupid notifications. Maybe it is time again that I shut down all my accounts so as to allow me to prevent myself from wasting too much time. It is a waste of time! I don't see the importance of 'getting connected' virtually because most go about minding their own vain businesses to not care about others. There is no connection in the first place except the filling of that lonely void in the heart that requires a notification to engage specialty. What have this generation become to depend so solely on being together but yet, never really together in heart. The fake fair disgusts me but I can't help but be a part of it. It has become a lifestyle. Probably to evolve into something much more less meaningful in the future. Now I regret wasting time here for I have loads to do. Ta!