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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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![]() every morning i wake up with the same feeling the feeling of existential dread of being stuck in what is essentially a glorified hell loop i wake up with a pang in my stomach a mixture of hunger and despair i look in the fridge for something to satisfy but then i look up and it’s already time i sit through my classes unable to keep my eyes awake
maybe it was due to yet another restless night or my body trying to preserve what little nutrients are coursing through its veins i stare at the clock tick tock tick tock counting the minutes until i'll be reunited with my bed at last, i return i claw through the kitchen like a starved wolf and yet i still feel that same gnawing pain after i eat i make my way to my room i try to start my homework but my eyes betray me and i fall asleep, pen in hand i wake up to darkness pouring through the window and i look at the time: five hours have since passed defeated, i wipe away the tears and climb into bed Comments are closed.
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