Everyday, I wake up to an alarm clock or a phone call. 4 AM. 4:30 AM. 5 AM. 5:30 AM. 6 AM. 6:30 AM. Everyday I wake up, trying to look forward to the day. After racing through my homework pile, I leave the computer on, talking to people. At (relatively) 7:40 AM, I pack my stuff for school and I’m off, going for another day, going for something that I don’t even know why I’m doing, going just for the hell of it. I go to school. First period. Talk to Sheila. Talk to Jessica. Talk to Elaine. Second period. Talk to Monica. Brian. Ryan. Jasmine. Jay. Blah blah blah. Third period. The time ticks off slowly, ever so slowly, as slow as you can possibly imagine. Fourth period. Lunch. Fifth period. Sixth.

Finally, out of school. Finally done. Dying for school to finish, so happy that it did. Then I walk to swim practice. Just another day, swimming, you know. Varsity practice isn’t at all easy - crazy sets, but good sets. I breathe, I swim, I stroke my ugly stroke through the water. Complete sets. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven sets. Done. Finally.

I go home. I do as much homework as I can. I get sleepy late, really late; sometimes, it’s early, really early. I crash, I crash so hard, and next thing you know an alarm or a phone call wakes me up again.

It’s an endless cycle. 

Feb 26. 4 Notes.

Notes

  1. obliviousmushroom said: You make me feel bad for talking to you and calling you in the morning… >:
  2. fly-high-above-all posted this