Tag: tired

Ugly Mornings

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I am so tired. I have no free time during the school week so I like to make the most of my weekends. This is where my dilemma arises. I stay up late on the weekends to get the most out of my futile untethered days. I know it will come back to bite me during the school week. I never want the day to end because the next will only creep closer to Monday.

When Monday morning finally comes, my long nights catch up to me. My eye bags are swollen and discolored. No amount of stretching soothes the aching in my back. The cold world awaits me right outside of my blanket that heats me like a freshly baked loaf of bread. One alarm goes off, then the next, and then the next. I hit snooze until the last second.

When the last second forces my eyes open, I sit up and slide my legs down the side of my bed. The hard floor meets my sore familiar feet like a deceitful friend. The blanket slides off and the cool air envelops me as goosebumps run across my skin. I stare into the darkness with drooping eyes. I cannot fathom the fact that I am about to start my day and go to school.

I open my curtains and the harsh light pours in. A new day, a new school week, and a new set of sleep deprived mornings. I hate being tired on the weekdays but I would hate it even more if I missed out on the freedom of my weekends. I’ll have to keep sacrificing my under eyes and sleep for my freedom.

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I’m So Tired

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It’s literally only been like a week since we started school after the Holiday Break, and I am already so exhausted. A grand combination of horrible classes, ungodly homework, extracurriculars that take up too much time, and aggressive and long-lasting sports games have contributed to me feeling like I have zero time again and literally am hanging on by a thread. All I want to do is just sleep and lie down in my bed. But, the issue is that if I relax and do that, a massive part of my brain is telling me that I am not being productive enough and could be doing other things with my time that would be better for me. I am trying so hard to not be behind on work, and I did a decent job of that, but is the effort that it took to get there even worth it? I guess we will only know as soon as I get accepted into my dream college or something.

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I’m tired. Like really tired.

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I’ve been really tired recently. With the stress of applying to colleges and school, I really need a break. There are a lot of tests and I did pretty bad at them while I needed to finish my college application. There is just too much stuff I need to do, and I really don’t have time for myself to review for all the tests. One of the most annoying things recently is that I need to retake the test for English Language Proficiency. I’ve taken this test more than ten times, and I just couldn’t get to the minimum score. I’m really tired of this. At the same time, every senior already gets into some good college except me. I haven’t got any acceptance and I’m so worried about whether I am able to get accepted by any college. Every day started to feel the same and I’m tired of it. Wake up, breakfast, school, and sleep. It’s just so boring that I couldn’t do anything more than that. I just don’t know how people wake up and get so excited for their day or have so much fun in school. I just don’t know-how. I only eat less, even skip lunch or dinner, and get tired every other day. How can people look so normal, and be happy every day?

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The shapes of words

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Lets start with a letter.

A letter would be the theoretical point of the word world

points can be arranged in many ways, as can letters.

letters form words as points connect to form lines.

Lines are manipulated to become shapes and curves.

Words are manipulated to become sentences.

Lots of sentences create paragraphs, essays, books, and meaning bursts from the pages.

Lines form into shapes and shading, they form the paintings and images.

meaning is formed from the seemingly insignificant parts of our universe.

Thank God for Lazy Rainy Sundays

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I don’t know what to make of this past week.

This time last Sunday I was DRIVING home from Las Vegas. I wasn’t there for reasons that some of these teachers and students might think based on what “vibe” I give off unintentionally (that one that says I wreak of mischief). I was there for a funeral. I had been there since Friday night and I was tired on my way back. I came home on Sunday night, the day of the time change coincidentally. I came back just on time for baseball practice in a very tired state. I came back to a TON of Spanish homework, but I also came back to batting practice.Read More »

Tired.

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It is a type of drowsiness that envelops your entire being. It wraps around your body in a warm embrace and then suddenly dunks you into the Atlantic Ocean. It is unavoidable. You may postpone it, but you cannot escape the overwhelming exhaustion that becomes your entire soul.

You try to keep your eyes open, but if feels as though 20 bags of cement are on top of each lid, forcing them down, down, down. You have to stay awake, you have important things to do that could not possibly wait until morning, but you cannot control your subconscious.

Every day, I will wake up tired. Every day, I will be longing to be in my bed, eyes shut, and drifting softly into my dreams. No matter how much sleep I get the night before, I will forever be tired.

I feel like I could fall asleep all day, but when it comes the time where I am in my bed, my eyes refuse to close. All of a sudden, I am wide awake, and there is nothing I can do about it.

Tired, drowsy, and sleepy turn into awake, distressed, and uncomfortable.

When the day comes that I wake up, well rested and ready to start my day, I will be no less then shocked.

When the day comes, if the day comes?

I am awaiting it.