It's been a long while.
It's been a long semester.
It's four in the morning, and I'm finally awake at this hour (sort of), a reminder of how slack I am compared to my peers and how much more I've slept.
It's raining, a nice drizzle that makes the metal roofing sound like that when I was still living in the master bedroom back in the old house on my mattress, when I couldn't sleep and the rain was there and the sound was there and I could see the moon through the metal diamond grille and the silhouette of the trees.
I miss those days when I thought I was burdened by the thought that It's twelve and I have school the next day and I can't sleep, this is the most terrible thing ever. Nowadays the panic attacks are more serious because they deal with real-life issues. Or what seems to me like a big deal at the moment.
Five more days till finals are over and I can go back to not caring about who I am in relation to others...
It's been a long semester.
It's four in the morning, and I'm finally awake at this hour (sort of), a reminder of how slack I am compared to my peers and how much more I've slept.
It's raining, a nice drizzle that makes the metal roofing sound like that when I was still living in the master bedroom back in the old house on my mattress, when I couldn't sleep and the rain was there and the sound was there and I could see the moon through the metal diamond grille and the silhouette of the trees.
I miss those days when I thought I was burdened by the thought that It's twelve and I have school the next day and I can't sleep, this is the most terrible thing ever. Nowadays the panic attacks are more serious because they deal with real-life issues. Or what seems to me like a big deal at the moment.
Five more days till finals are over and I can go back to not caring about who I am in relation to others...
