Sep 2020
I feel a chill in my spine that clings to my skin, embracing me from behind and whispering into my ear. "It's all pointless, really". The soft mumbles that echo in my head make me wonder what would happen.
What would happen if I stepped in front of the oncoming car?
What would happen if I no longer exhausted myself day in and day out for nothing more than a B+?
What would happen if I could go back to being a blank nothing?
As I am writing this, tender tears are falling gently down my swollen face, cupping my cheeks and embracing me with such close contact.
It's such a cold warmth that surrounds me.
What would happen if I stepped in front of the oncoming car?
What would happen if I no longer exhausted myself day in and day out for nothing more than a B+?
What would happen if I could go back to being a blank nothing?
As I am writing this, tender tears are falling gently down my swollen face, cupping my cheeks and embracing me with such close contact.
It's such a cold warmth that surrounds me.
I don't want to go to school for seven hours a day only to return and study for four. I can't take it anymore, it's too much and I've barely even started.
