it’s finals season, so my days consist of endless readings, writing, and sobbing. Maybe it’s the cramp in my hand, or frequent sips of redbull, but my heart aches and my eyes tire and There is this weird growing feeling within me; it’s hard to pinpoint.

it feels like something resting against my brain, i feel it in the back of my mind and as it travels to my limbs. It’s not letting me rest, but not letting me focus either. It urges me to keep going but it doesn’t let me leave the warmth and protection my layers of blankets provide me. this feeling continues to grow, like tea coming to a boil. it’s about to spill out of my nose and ears.

And like clockwork, another day has been completed.