The hassle and bustle of midterm exams left me struggling to keep up with the fast pacing of time and severe cases of headaches.
The past week had been hectic; every day practically packed with schoolworks and extra-curriculars that I had to put off work every tomorrow possible until I woke up Sunday morning knowing that I had to knuckle down before sundown. Clocking in six hours of sleep and a good one at that, I began working at 9 am, finished by 3 pm, dozed off and woke up at around half past six with my temples feeling bludgeoned I thought I was going crazy for it seemed like the quick surges of headache I felt during the day was exacerbated by sleep. Sleep-deprived creatures beware as this prompts one’s hidden ability to write spontaneously and forget periods (disregard ambiguity; I’m referring to both things which instantly came to your mind).
I felt the urge to throw up since it’s the fastest way I know to alleviate the pain, aside from having myself decapitated that is. Well vomiting is a less painful and less gruesome option and analgesic wasn’t readily available so there. I ate a little, munched on cracker nuts, went to the sink every now and then and thought of self-induced vomiting the way anorexics do after a long while of waiting for my gastric contents to orally, voluntarily have their way out.
On the third time in front of the sink they came out to my relief I wanted to puke my guts out. I took a quick look in the mirror and said fck, I look fcking wasted.
But I couldn’t care less as headache suddenly eased up a bit and I felt better. So better that even if father scolded me for staying up late almost every night and told me to sleep early, what I had initially intended to do, I didn’t. I munched on a bag of nuts again and was thankful that although my face isn’t that blemish-free, I don’t suffer from intense pimple breakouts considering all those sleep-deprived nights and nut-cracking days.
Midterms aren’t over yet and they’re bound to suck every sense of vitality left in everybody so fck vanity.