My escape has always been, and always will be, reading. I’d spend days reading book after book in series before moving onto the next series that caught my interest. Harry Potter, 13 to Life, Shiver, Hush Hush, Fallen, etc. I’d lose myself into the fantasy, just for a little while, and it would ease my pain. It’d make me forget I was sad, if only for a little while.
Now that I’m in college, I don’t have much time for escaping. Not with the work loaded down on me. 5 hours of homework from Accounting 1100 (per day,) at least 4 hours for English, Psychology, and Maths. (Not added together either.) Then there is chores… Washing dishes, sweeping and mopping, laundry, making sure my room; the kitchen; the bathroom; living room, and everything else is clean so my dad doesn’t try to do it. If he does it I’d feel like the scum of the Earth. He’s disabled and so is mum and I just can’t allow that. Asking my little brother for help is literally a joke.
But anyways, yeah… I guess I’m getting a slap of reality. I can’t hide in my happy place forever, no matter how hard I try. I’ve got to face my demons head on. So here’s to that.
I hope whoever is reading this is well, and if you’re not well I hope you are soon. I may not know you, but I love you, and wish you the very best.
It’s 5:35AM and I’ve spent most my night studying, so I’m going to catch a nap before I need to be awake for class.
Goodnight/morning.