Wake up after the 10th alarm, get dressed, go to school.
Listen to lectures, laugh with friends, go home.
Skip dinner, lay in bed and scroll endlessly on instagram, wishing I could get up and do something, anything. Stare into the emptiness that is my bedroom hoping to fall asleep because it’s 3am and I have been trying for hours. Start to think of all the things I have to do the next day in constant worry that the pile of work will keep on growing larger like a sunflower with a never ending supply of the sun as I shrink lower just like I always have.