Friday, 21 March 2020
I remember it clear as day.
I remember everything, how it all looked so much brighter and prettier.
It felt almost magical.
And then it stopped.
And we've been here before, "how I lost my magic" and all, but this time I didn't.
I still had it, I just stupidly didn't care.
I was going day by day, always the same roads, the same school, the same people, the same routines.
My body kept going not knowing if it wanted more, if it wanted less, if it wanted to al all.
I was going with the flow in the worst way possible.
I'm gonna be honest I felt super lazy, I just wanted to sleep, eat junk and watch Netflix. With everything going on (that I'm not gonna talk about because it's irrelevant for this chapter) I barely had strength to study for real.
I was inexplainable tired.
I just felt like I needed to rest.
I needed peace, I didn't care what it took I just needed peace and to be left alone.
And then.... boom.
Quarantine.
And I know everyone is hating it, but I can pretty much say quarantine saved my life.
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Head High
Non-FictionI am eighteen now, and still scared. I haven't always been a scared person, life somehow made me that way at some point. Over the summer I learnt to fight back. I am still scared, but you don't know. Because I have my head held high. And mark my wor...
