I’m tired and I’m sick and I’m about to be bombarded by a series of tests, and the end of the school year is still so far away. It feels like a boulder of stress is crashing down on my aching mind.

I wish that I could have a week, or even just a few days away from projects and homework and binders and tests and having to answers questions about Romeo and Juliet or factoring equations. Every class period seems to drain me, and by the time each day is finished I feel like I’m trapped in a black hole with streams of light ripping me apart; the only difference is that that would be swift, and I have about eight more years of this distress ahead of me.

Honestly? I don’t know exactly why I feel this way, but I do; it’s one of those things that just is. I just want to sprint through the remaining days, because nothing has ever taken such a huge toll on me. Ten months has become a decade, a century even. ♦