sleep. that’s my cure.

i’m having one of those weeks when i don’t want to wake up. when dreamless sleeping is better than reality.

when i want to talk but i’m too tired to. and my attention span is zero.

and effort in anything pertaining to school is zero. and homework is a torture.

there was a time when students giggling behind glass windows, making stupid faces at their friends, and taking pictures of them made me happy. but today it annoyed me.

and i feel bad. so i keep it inside.

maybe i’m just tired. maybe it’s because i’m sick. but i need a break.

everywhere i turn people are handing me things to do. places to go.

but i feel like passing out. passing out on my bed.

because sleep is my only cure. the numbness. the comfort. the warmth.

and your silence kills me. but when you speak i feel like i’m suffocating.

i feel like painting.