Two

1. A day

       The alarm. The first and worst group of sounds I get to experience regularly. The pain of waking up at their hands, coupled with knowing I'm soon visiting my personal hell, highschool, is enough to set me off to a terrible daily start.

       - Change, are you making fun of me? Get the hell up, you'll miss school. Come on!

       This one sided exchange is usually followed by me pretending to get up, only to fall right back onto the bed after mom leaves the room. Sure, I'll be late, but those extra few minutes are probably worth it.

       Honestly, you shouldn't expect much of this. Nothing ever really happens. I could go on with describing my morning, then the classes, then the occasional gym or video games, then the optional crying hours, then I'd finish this lap of the circle. It's not even the fault of the activities themselves. Even if you changed them up, it'd still probably go back to feeling like this after a while, right?

       This day's walk to school kind of sucked. I'd forgotten my headphones at home and my phone was broken. Throughout my half hour journey, I witnessed a large amount of unknown people who provoked me various, yet empty, short-lived emotions, such as pity, fear, attraction. The occasional beggar who made me wonder whether being the definition of kind and good is really worth anything or the tall, handsome folk who made more nihilistic and pessimistic about myself.

       But look, at some point, I stepped on a snail. I heard a painful crack under my left foot and there it was. It was cloudy, but it hadn't rained in days. So who knows how it ended up there, on the middle of that forsaken pavement. A small, slow creature, crushed under the weight of its own tragic circumstances.

       Is it even worth going on with this day? Believe me when I say it isn't. Just imagine a teen being angry and worried and sad about all the usual things.