it is finals week.
time to tie up loose ends.
I feel sluggish, crossing a thing and a half off my to-do list per 24 hours.
I miss waking up with a revelation inside me, a revolution before me.
Sometimes it peeks through after 2 cups of half-caff coffee.
Why is this so hard?
In a week all of the pressure will be lifted.
I can look forward to my passport arriving [I swear to GOD if they mess up one more thing…].
I can start packing and cleaning and sleeping and maybe *MAYBE* get better.
I can stop walking to class and having old wounds ripped open intentionally or otherwise.
I can finally do the loads of laundry I’ve been putting off for two forevers.
I can finally read the quality content I have checked out from the library that I low-key don’t want to return until I’ve finished.
I can finally find the time to find the time to try to rest.
You know, important stuff.