Life.
Life confuses me daily. You see, I think of myself as a happy person. I’m happy right before I go to sleep, dreaming of all the things I want to be and want to know. I’m happy just when I’m waking up, when I’m still asleep, trying to recapture the last remnants of my dream. But the rest of the day is such an odd mix...
I’ve fallen so behind in school, it’s ridiculous. I ace the quizzes, I have 102% completed work average..why am I failing? Honestly, I know the answer. It’s simple: I don’t do the work. Sure, I’m capable, but I don’t even feel like putting the effort in. I have better things to do, it seems. Yet the stress still takes a toll on me. That essentially ruins my time at home (besides when I’m asleep). The god damn stress. Then, there’s the rest of the day...
The rest of the day can be summed up in one word: school. School is school, and it always will be. Kids will always be horrible, teachers will always be sadistic. It’s the way it goes. But hey, I can deal with it with the help of a few people.
Really, I guess this means I’m living for my dreams. Those few dreams that are peaceful escapes, a pleasant parallel to my not-so-pleasant life.
My hope?
One day..those dreams will be real.
:) Flying unicorns and Aladdin isn’t too much to ask for, right?