Going home is a bad idea. I never get school work done at home. Never. I can't. I came back to school, but by the time I got here, it wasn't really a great time to start doing work. So I'm canning it all for tomorrow. Er, the whole week, it seems. It'll take a while to do it all. It'll take forever.
I don't have forever to feel alive. I have until this next second to be happy. Otherwise, I'm just sitting here being emo. I don't have time for that. I could get hit by a bus in the morning. I could fail to wake up. So I'm not going to go to bed worried about school. I have better things to worry about.
Like regrets.
Like being mortal.
Part of me wishes I could just rake leaves all day.
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