Suffocating in school

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I feel like I'm being suffocated.

School work gets to my head. It gets harder and kepps getting more. I'm tired but the past days I was up late just because of school.

I should do religion. Writing long texts. Many. It takes long and I don't have enough time in school so I have to do it at home but I don't have time at home because time moves faster than me.

So I'm going to sleep with nothing done on Religion.

I did do maths. I fell asleep on the couch and still had to do math. I'm tired, obviously. And when I tell you the questions were hard they were. I actually like maths, but that was actual shit.

It took me too long to figure out what I had to do and I was constantly asking friends but nobody knew what to do.

I want to sleep. I want to have free time.

Time for myself.

That's why I stay up even later. On my IPad. To give me some time for me.

Problem after Problem but they don't disappear, no they only get more until I don't even know what to do.

School, homework, piano lessons, reading, writing, oh and don't forget to buy a present for your friends birthday. But it's on friday.

Ordering online won't be fast enough and my school days are long tomorrow and Thursday.

I'm a bad friend.

School, homework, don't forget to study "This is one of the most important years in school", piano lessons, reading, writing, buy a present, sleep.

When Was the last time I felt like I had a good night of sleep?

Restless. Tired. Drained.

But I have to smile. I have to laugh. Life's supposed to be fun but where is the fun right now?

There do are some days in which I can breath. Some. Mostly on weekends. I look forward to weekends every Sunday. Every day.

School, homework, study, reading, writing, buy a present, sleep, breath.

I'm suffocating and nobody notices because I put on a smile.

They don't see.

I'm suffering in silence.

But that's okay.

Don't worry about me I'm fine, really.

But it's still repeating itself. Day for day. No break.

Let's see what tomorrow brings, though my hopes aren't high.

Goodnight.

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