Exams have been taking their toll on me. I remember the times in middle school, when it was all easy to study and take breaks like a normal person and sleep at a logical hour.
There are so many things I want to do instead of studying.
There are films I want to watch and comics I want to buy and stuff I feel like writing and paintings I want to paint and food to cook and places, places to be and walk and sunbathe in.
Instead, I'm at home. I plaid my hair. I open the fridge's door, I close it. I switch the computer on, I switch it off. I should study, and the internet is delicious. IshouldstudyIshouldstudyIshouldstudy.
I hear people talking about the exams - "I studied for one hour. Come on, what was there to study?" "I studied for two hours, but really did it all" "I was out with this person and that person, but then I studied and I was okay."
I studied for a whole day, and I took breaks every five minutes, and then I woke up in the middle of the night because I had a weird dream that involved Latin and Lost (yeah, the tv show and the subject I was supposed to study). My mom, forever the insomniac, was in the living room watching the bonus features in the Lost dvds. I studied for a bit because I had only read each text once and then slept and then my alarm clock didn't ring.
I am alive, but I feel like my breaths are not well spent.