Being a college student is weird. 

You wake up at 11, if you’re lucky
Tired and groggy and
Probably angry or annoyed at something, anything, or everything.
The work you didn’t do,
the grade you didn’t get,
the person who didn’t text you back.
So much is going on all at once, and you can’t exactly keep up.
It’s impossible to keep up.

And you’re tired, always tired.
And probably a little bit ungrateful.
You have everything with that education waiting for you to just take.

But sometimes you’re too tired to move, to think, to feel.
Though the last two will happen inevitably,
You will still try to not deal with them.
You eat something, and then get tired again.
Coffee doesn’t do it anymore, but you try everyday anyway,
hoping this time you’ll get your shit together.

No one told you this would happen,
No one warned you about the emptiness of everyday,
the hole in your stomach, the weights on your heart.
A lonely that finds you midday and late at night, paralyzing you,
Yet it’s here and it happened.
You make lists that you lose,
You gym for a week and don’t go back for three.
You drink with your friends because it’s what you’re supposed to do.
But all any of that does is make you tired.
We are so tired. 

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09 Dec 13 at 11 pm

My sister made a thing for finals

My sister made a thing for finals

I hate studying for hours on end,
subjects that seem to make only less sense the longer you stare at them. 

But I love the people it brings together.

I love studying with friends, understanding each others pain. 
I love studyng with aquaintances who through the studying you become better friends.
I love studying with strangers around, because even though you don’t know each other, you both understand the angst, the frustration, and are sympathetic to each other, and various sorts of studying.

It brings us together. There’s something about having someone across the table, next to you, or even in the room studying with you. It’s like you’re not alone. 

I love it. 
But, I hate finals week.  

My answer: Because you’re up. Duh.