I’m Tired
Day after day, I walk through the halls and hear the resonating sounds of people that care too much, and people that don’t care at all. I wonder what I’m going to get out of all of this. Every day is the same agony of school material that I don’t understand, “friends” who don’t respond to my texts, and a schedule that I can’t manage. I’m tired. But, I don’t just mean sleepy. I’m tired of students who stop in the middle of the halls when I’m trying to get to class. I’m tired of incessant competition with my peers. Tired of knowing that at the end of the school day, I still have more work to do. But most importantly, I’m tired of the wandering eyes that are constantly judging me. I wonder what I’m going to get out of all this. Sometimes I feel like I’m running on empty, and I’m waiting for the day when I finally run out of gas. Everyone’s entitled to one mental breakdown a year, right? Well, I feel like I get one every week, along with a throbbing headache and an unopened backpack screaming, “You’re screwed!” Really, what am I going to get out of all this? An acceptance letter to a college supplying me with four more years of work? Maybe, if I’m lucky, I can close my eyes and sleep these past seventeen years off.