My days are a sad excuse for a living soul. I go to school and then come home. I cook and clean and mop the floors. I take a test and work some more. I scroll through Tickld for hours on end. I'd rather sit around and do nothing. All I can think about is how to earn money.
Where did my imagination go? When I could run outside and be a lion. When I could write a book for no reason. When I could finish my work because I was proud.
Now I hardly care about grades. I hardly care about my health. I see a mess and leave it to rot. My ideas revolve around money. I just can't get out of this slump.
When did my life become so dull and plain? I just want to feel alive, again.