The day before Monday, I tell myself to cherish the day;
Yet I rot in bed and watch yet another documentary about the skyrocketing of suicides in teens. I roll my eyes, having watched my eyes out and listened my ears off many times about that specific topic. It's somehow comforting, knowing that I'm part of the "percentage of teens". Well, almost. For the next hours, I do nothing. The bag of candies lay empty on my bedside table, and I hate myself. I get up and look at myself in the mirror, and I'm fat. My face is chubby, my body is plump, but it's my fault at the end of the day. I eat and eat, and I blame it on stress.
Suddenly it's 11:47 pm and there's cold tear stains down my cheeks that have dried in a way that makes my face stiff and sticky. I don't wash my face and return to my bed.
When I shake awake to the deafening sound of my alarm, the time is 5:00 am. I shut off the alarm. It feels like just 5 minutes, but the alarm goes off again, and it's been 20 minutes. I yawn and vigorously scratch my head in annoyance. I had forgotten the two alarms that I set the night before.
I get ready as quickly as possible, eating breakfast, showering, changing into uniform, and do my skin care. Despite my efforts to be quick, I moved slowly. My mother always hated that. It was already 6:39 and rush my hair and needs for the day, like my bag and notebooks.
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I get to school and drop my bag near my chair, before going over to my two friends talking. I engage quietly with them, laughing occasionally until class starts.
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I find myself falling asleep in third period, Mandarin class. I don't understand anything and who even needs this shit anyway?
I excuse myself to go to the bathroom and wake myself up.
The bell rings as I'm returning to my classroom, the only sound other than the bell is my heels clicking on the stairs; there's 3 sets. 3 damn sets. By the time I got back, I was already exhausted.
The rest of the day was normal, nothing had changed as last week. A few quizzes here and there. That's it..
I drag myself home to repeat the cycle.
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