Weekends are no longer enjoyable. I'm sick as a dog. The pain is pounding vigorously at my temples, my nose is half-blocked and half-running, my throat replicates a desert, my hair is just a mangled mess, my eyes hurt when I blink and I haven't done anything at all today but fill up my bin with dozens of snotty tissue paper and stare into oblivion. To top it all of, I'll be doing all of this in school tomorrow. Pleasant.
And now I have to pretend I don't care.
Are you happy where you are, lying underneath the stars?
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