I am so done with the school year. I know the end is coming, but it won't come fast enough. I have been mentally unprepared for school for a few weeks now, unable to do my homework where it's supposed to be done... At home. Once I get home I immediately feel alleviated of stress, alleviated from obligated, alleviated from life. And I drift off to sleep, sometimes 4-5 hours at a time. I make up for all the lost hours of sleep that got tossed by a history project, or maybe by a precalculus packet. I sleep peacefully, dreaming of the would be's and the what if's in my perfect universe of imagination, complete with all emotions. Love, sadness, happiness, fatigue. And I'm at ease. Everything is well and good until I wake up, suddenly smacked and intimidated by all the duties that await me in that beautiful Jansport backpack not even 3 feet away. Omens of obligation and time consumption swirl around it menacingly, only coercing me further to stay in bed and sleep away my worries. As this has been a common decision made by me in these past few weeks, I pick up that Jansport with me after waking up late every single day, those omens surrounding me now, unacknowledged. Rings of fatigue infiltrate my cheeks. Sluggishness inhabits my eyes. Frailness possesses my body. I am not ready for school.
I am so done with this school year.
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