I sit here, alone until my parents come home. [Time has ended]. I have no [obligation]s; nothing needs to be done. And what really frightens me is that I don't know what [I] want to do.

It may seem [funny] to think of the end of [college] as the end of [time], but it really is. I know I used to do things, just for fun. I used to [chat] with my [friend]s. Fine, I've done that. I wanted to watch TV. But I can't figure out what used to be so exciting about it. So, now, I'm just [sit|sitting] here noding, unable to [think] of anything that I would like to do. It's horrible. Maybe I didn't need to make [decision]s in [college] - there was [always] [something] that needed to be done.
[Time] was [structure]d. Now that [structure] is lost.

So, [The end of time|time has ended]. And I don't know what I want to do. It's amazing - there were days in [college] when I would have given a [hundred] [dollars] for one [hour] of [freedom], or even just [sleep]. But now freedom stretches before me, week upon week, and I don't know what to do with it. If there is a [God], he has a [peculiar] sense of [irony].

The End of Time (place)