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I've always wondered why we live. Have we been created so that we can live blindly and die eventually? Or, is there an unknown force that wills us to be born and live just for their sake? Or, is there no reason or purpose at all?
Questions upon questions pile up on one another, making me more curious as ever. I'm currently in school, specifically observing people walk past me as I lean against the lockers of the blue building, waiting for my homeroom teacher, Ms. Thayer, to arrive.
What has the world come to? At this rate, humanity will end soon. Oh well, it wouldn't end for another million years probably.
I sit down on my seat, looking at my phone and scroll through the news. Volcano eruptions in Hawaii, Tristan Thompson's cheating scandal, Trump and Stormy Daniels, and more pop up on "Trending Stories."
Seconds, minutes, and hours pass. Dread fills me, as homework after homework increase after each class. I know what I'm going to do after school ends:
Every day, it's all about school and homework! Boring old homework! Homework is the bane of my existence! Why do students get homework?!? Who created it in the first place?!?!?!
Why God? Why? Am I doomed in life to suffer from homework? Every single day, the minute I arrive at home, I have to immediately prepare to start homework! From 4 PM to 12 AM, I do homework! After I'm done forcing myself to do homework, I have to brush my teeth. shower, put on my pajamas, dry my hair, and put on lotion, which all takes about 45 minutes! That means I, more or less, sleep at 1 in the morning, and I have to get up at 6 for school! Sleeping for only 5 hours every weekday is tiring as hell! I bet that someday, I will go insane and rampage the streets of LA and shout out:
FUCK HOMEWORK! WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE IT!?!
I'm so hungry; I want to get in line and buy lunch. Why can't I tell Bethany this? Oh wait, cancel that thought; the line's too long. I'll have to endure it. Hopefully, my stomach won't growl in class.
Okay, maybe I'm going a bit too far; I do admit that I'm an exaggerating person who emphasizes on frustrations to release stress. Since I am quiet on the outside, I can't really say what I think and feel; I can't quite express myself easily. Every thought I have is contained in my mind, unless I write it out, which is tiring, so the only solution is to replace a thought with another one. My feelings, on the other hand, are a different story.
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