Ever felt like you're living one of those days you just wanna sleep away and never look back? I do. All the time.

Don't know what kind of syndrome it is but education takes a huge toll on my mental well-being sometimes. Each day I awake to a sunrise an empty blanket of stars and before I know it, I'm lugging my weight along to school, flopped all over my OG table--another day has begun and already I wish for it to be over. It's hard not to live day in day out when there are just so many worldly problems that add to the confounding chaos.

Reality keeps me awake. Knowing that I still feel, emotions that spark magic through inconceivable contact, an intangible sense of belonging whisking me along. To know that I can be happy, that I am still vulnerable to hurt and torture--that keeps me on my toes. Alert and awake are never enough. I don't want to know that I'm living. I want to live, for real.

I miss those carefree days, the not too long ago moments where nothing mattered. It's hard to scavenge or salvage the broken shards of that freedom. The remnants have disintegrated, blurred by the disillusionment of society.

That's what they say. Give up, stop trying; the past is long gone and it's always too little, too late.

I never gave up. Never will.