The room looked empty without Donovan's computer now- He had extracted it from his bedroom as a last resort to dealing with his...

Addiction.

It has been three fruitless, though memorable, years that Donovan had spent unwittingly. Obscene amounts of hours have been wasted playing computer games or surfing the internet aimlessly, allowing no time for revision. Such sloth has been compromising Donovan's studies over the years. Assignments have been piling up, and it has now taken its toll.

Everyone around Donovan has been improving in their studies, most of them making significant leaps in their grades. Donovan is the only exception- He did not improve at all.

Donovan picked his pen up with a heavy heart.

He would write his last blog entry (for a long time to come) via a traditional medium. Opaque ink flowed gracefully onto the piece of paper, forming a bond like no other. Duly handwritten, to be transformed into digital data later on.