Sundays have this very specific, heavy energy that hits around 5:00 PM. The weekend isn’t technically over yet, but it feels like it is. Even if the day was good, the thought of Monday morning starts taking over. It isn’t always about having a test or homework due the following day, sometimes it’s just the dread of knowing the routine is starting all over again. It’s the part of the night when all I want to do is relax, but instead, I’m procrastinating on the one last thing I have to do while scrolling on my phone.

There is comfort knowing that almost everyone else is probably doing the exact same thing. We’re all just trying to stretch out the last few hours of the night as much as possible. Instead of being prepared for the week, sometimes all I can do is go to bed and make it tomorrow’s problem. By the time I’m finally ready for sleep, I usually just give up on trying to convince myself that the night is still young and that the weekend is over. I used to try to fight it and stay up as late as possible, but now I’m starting to realize that the more I dread Monday, the worse it actually feels.

Half of my Sunday is spent just waiting for Monday to happen, and it’s such a waste of a day. Most of the time, the week isn’t even as bad as I imagined it would be on Sunday. Even though Friday and Sunday are both on the weekend, I feel totally different on both days. On Friday, I feel like I have all the time in the world, and I’ll never feel stressed again. When it reaches Sunday, I always regret not just getting all of my work done during all the free time I had on Saturday.

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