Stress.

The past few weeks:
Dragging my feet out of bed early,
Waking up as the icy water splashes on my face
Trying to focus in class,
Working my hardest.
Coming home,
working my hardest - again.
Hands hurt from pressing on the paper too hard,
Paper cuts and drowsy eyes.
The wish to be somewhere different.
Where the clouds are blue, and the sky is white.
Where the beats of the music follow your heart.
Where I can forget about The respiratory system and The spread of Islam.
Where I can open my eyes, and smile to the sunshine.
When I wake up now, all I can remember is the printed words from books I learned from last night.
I try coffee, I try motivational quotes, I try softer music. I try sport.
But my brain tells me to get back to work.
Follow the criteria. Do it right. Try your best.
Stress. It feels terrible.
Crankiness, sulk and moodiness.
Working beyond expectations.
These are your crucial years.
Learn, learn, learn.
Need a break?
Ya think? :l

Qualcuno mi salvi!