It's Late

 

It's 11:24pm and I'm constantly thinking of when I will peak. Was I not meant to strive like my classmates who obtained swift hair, flawless skin, beautiful bodies, and coherent communication skills used with the ones that made their bodies quiver? They were a sweet nectar, and I was a diluted sweetener in a glass of water that made me dissolve in seconds. 

 

It's 11:29pm and it's late. My question leads to another thought provoking night. Another night where I curse the genes given to me by my parents. Another night were I question why he didn't like me. Another night where I wish I could dance as well as those girls in that Justin Bieber music video. Another night I lie awake, anxious because of my future affairs. Another night that I lie alone, with my thoughts; my thoughts are never alone with me. 

 

It's 11:31pm. What becomes of me?

 

It's 11:32pm. Was I meant to be ashamed of myself?

 

It's 11:33pm. I don't like myself. 

 

It's 11:34pm. But then I think I do...

 

It's 11:35pm. What am I going to do with my life?

 

It's 11:36pm. What am I going to eat tomorrow?

 

11:37pm

 

11:38pm

 

11:39pm

 

11:40pm 

 

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