Kennedy feels stuck. What better way is there to escape a vicious cycle of tiring herself out, just to fail her classes once again, than to throw herself into a new experience? The universe took things too literally though - soon enough, she finds h...
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Just keep breathing. - Ariana Grande
Is education supposed to feel this way?
What I know for sure is that it is a privilege to have free access to it. Thus, it'd be a shame to take it for granted and not appreciate the fact that I can expand my horizons as I please.
Nevertheless, I don't appreciate it for making me feel borderline depressed.
The thing is that I actually enjoyed my major to bits and pieces and had been looking forward to working in the field. But no enthusiasm, nor sleepless nights of learning and revising, would save me from failing part of my classes, no matter how much I wanted this.
I quickly push the looming cloud to the back of my head for the time being, for I should finally find my time to relax a bit.
On the way home, strangers pushed past my shoulders because the filled streets gave no other choice. But neither did my mind. My thoughts were racing at twice the speed that my feet were going, which lead to my conscious not caring if I even walked the right way home or ended up barging head first into a lantern.
Not the hundreds of people around me, nor the man I had bought pastries from, were a solution to the loneliness I was feeling throughout my whole body. Eventually, Nikita's absence had led me to think of an extremely elaborate list of ways to spend my evening. Exactly three top choices had made it:
1. Sleeping so I wouldn't have to deal with my worries,
2. drinking so I would be able to forget my worries
3. watching sad movies and crying to indirectly process my worries
... the latter is a reasonable choice for a Friday night, no?
Five minutes after my pondering session had ended and I slipped into a quiet void in my mind, I finally step into my apartment. I pull my phone from my back pocket and a little smile finally replaces my blank face because my sibling's faces grin back at me from my lockscreen. At least they were always going to be the "light of my life", as cliché sayings like to call it.
I am impatient in my actions as my right hand dives into crumbs while my left hand pulls out a plate to put the pastries on and I place them messily so I can move on to the good things in life faster. Even though the idea of watching a movie had rather annoyed me only 15 minutes ago, it now sparks a little bit of excitement in me when I think about wrapping myself in the thickest blanket I can find and sipping on a hot drink.
