when

waking up early in the morning, only to dread going to school again, wanting to stay in bed instead.

eventually going to school and forcing yourself to be with people who doesn’t give a shit about you.

going home and doing a lot of things that probably won’t matter after ten years.

staring into space, letting the silence of your home overcome your existence.

then going to bed, lying there awake for most of the night with your tear-stained pillows.

awakening once again to relive these events over and over.

when will this cycle end? because i’m tired of this.