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.