broken days

Broken

it was a Wednesday morning. You turned around in your bed waiting for your alarm to go of. You knew it was a schoolday and you hated them. The early mornings when your alarm goes of and you get up with the thought in your head what am I waking up for? you get ready for school, grab your books and stuff, skip breakfast and wonder by yourself what am I doing this for.

on your way to school your thoughts are running wild. you think about the people your gonna see again today. you think about if they missed you, if they will have anything to ask you, to say to you or even just some small talk to make their own time pass faster.

In the distance you already see the horrible place you have to go to everyday. You enter the building and already feel eyes burning into you. While grabbing your books you notice your sleeve rolled up so you push it right back down again hoping noone saw anything. And there you are again sitting in the classroom, same routine every single day, with the same screwed up people you disgust and who disgust you. This is how my day starts, and it isn't getting any better yet

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found this from like a year ago

i was just writing what was in my head at the time. english isn't my first language so sorry for any mistakes