Daily routine
In the morning, my alarm goes off
I reach for the lamp and flick it on
My head is heavy and just like every morning I don't want to get up
But I know I can’t live my life in bed
I walk slumped over to the shower and wash the remnants of yesterday off of my body
Next, I dress in the clothes that represent my mood, mostly sweatshirts for comfort
I drive to school on the same route every morning
6:58-- stopped behind a bus on the corner of 5th Street and Rock
7:03--When I'm at school, everything repeats itself
Same grind every hour
every day
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