As of now I'm in class, anthro to be precise. It's boring as hell. Sorry to those who actually enjoy anthro, it's interesting yet boring, if you know what I mean. It's boring in a very interesting way. Here I am writing instead of paying attention. Listening to music as well. Out of the 300+ people that are sitting in the lecture hall, how many of them actually enjoy this class? haha I wonder. While I sit and focus on that one spot on the white board that is half erased I think about what my life has been lately. Staying up late thinking and thinking in the dark. My mind feels like its running and running on a highway without stopping.
I'm having a very specific mood right now where I want to concentrate yet I can't because it's as if my mind just doesn't want to pay attention. I want to listen to music and I can't because it gives me aa headache, also when I take my earbuds off it's annoying having to listen to the professor and everyone trying to talk all at once.
I don't know who these people are, nor do they know me. Just shows how insignificant I can be in this class, I can only imagine in the world, much less the Universe. Is there really a God out there? You tell me...
and then I hear a voice calling out my name... "Red"..."Red"..."Red!"
and I'm brought back. To reality.
Love,
Red Wine
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What is Life?
Teen FictionA college teen, who hides behind the nickname Red Wine, decides to tell everyone what is going through their mind. Confused about life, and pretty much everything in life, a young Red faces many struggles in college, and outside of college in order...
