Monday: 1 worksheet on quadratic sequences

Monday: 1 worksheet on quadratic sequences,

1 task, simple enough,

I can do it tomorrow,

I stare into the gleaming screen of my phone,

It memorizes me with a glimpse of strain in a specific spot in my eye,

I stare unfazed,

As my mind goes blank, forgetting all to be done and all at steak.

It started with on task,

A singular worksheet with 10 questions,

Suddenly, It’s Wednesday,

Tuesday: Missing,

Nobody seemed to care,

Life went on,

Wednesday: 1 worksheet on quadratic sequences, A letter that needs to be written and signed, A history case study to be written on the Industrial Revolution, A song analysis,

I skip Thursday,

Wake up around 1,

Stare into the gleaming screen of the television,

Telling myself “I’ll do it, I have all day”,

Suddenly it’s 9PM,

I have school tomorrow,

I can’t stay up so late,

Friday: 1 worksheet on quadratic sequences, A letter that needs to be written and signed, A history case study to be written on the Industrial Revolution, A song analysis, Biology and Chemistry notes to be made, My Spanish Homework,

It’s okay though,

The weekend is soon,

I make empty, unrealistic promises that I’ll get it done,

How hard can it be?

Fuck. It’s Sunday.

1 worksheet on quadratic sequences, A letter that needs to be written and signed, A history case study to be written on the Industrial Revolution, A song analysis, Biology and Chemistry notes to be made, My Spanish Homework,

It’s all piling up,

Suddenly, there’s chills going up, down my spine,

I feel like I’m living in a body that really isn’t mine,

There’s too much to do,

My hair; greasy and unbrushed,

Yet, I sit; restless and helpless,

Headache.

I suffocate myself under the very same noise that I am drowning.

I am not real.

I am not me.

Helpless.