50 Minutes

I'm supposed to be in class in 50 minutes and I haven't even gotten out of my PJ's gotten my stuff together or gotten my coffee. It takes every ounce of strength in me to go to class these days. I used to jump out of bed looking forward to going to class, but now it is like torchure. I don't like walking. I don't like being glared at cause I'm wearing oxygen. Hearing that we have MORE homework to do makes me want to cry. It's times like these I stare at my phone the hardest. RING DAMN IT RING!!! DON'T MAKE ME GO, PLEASE DON'T MAKE ME GO. It's times like these life feels like a mean joke, when I can't help but think God has a sick sense of humor. 48 minutes to go, I better get going. I'll write more later.