2/13/23

I barely got any sleep today. I almost fell asleep during class, but the thought of free time being close helped me stay awake.

Trying to keep your focus on staying awake while trying to pay attention in class is nearly impossible. I try to stay awake, I don't understand anything happening in front. I try paying attention to the lecture, I space out. Sleep is a necessity.

Atleast I get to sleep well tonight. I'll try waking up as early as I did today so I can get to class early (maybe catch up on sleep there).


Good evening reader, another set of weekdays are upon us. I don't know if you look at the date before you read these entries, but it has been 2 weeks since February has started. Valentine's Day is tomorrow, many will spend their time with their significant other, while the rest (including me) will spend their time all by themselves. Time with yourself has never been this arbitrary. Every other day it felt fine for me to be alone, doing what I usually do, read a book, listen to a full length album, write. But tomorrow I feel will be different, it would feel as if I'm missing out on the fun of Valentine's Day. "You're telling me you're going to do what you usually do alone and not with another person?" I don't know why this bothers me so much, this hasn't been a problem for me in the past, is my teen spirit taking over my body? 


I only realize when I sit down to write that there is so much to write about. I should have wrote these down while I was in school, but there's nothing I can do about that now.

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