And I want to, trust me I do, but my body’s tired of it. It’s tired of being tired. It’s tired of spending all of this time with my back and neck curled into these books. At the end of the day, my hands and arms are so tired of holding a pencil. It’s tired of sitting there. It’s tired of lack of running and walking. It’s showing too because my stomach is no longer the flat stomach I used to have. My eyes get darker and darker. The pimples on my face just keep appearing. And my brain—don’t get me started on my brain. It’s so mad it won’t let me concentrate on anything for over five minutes. It’s screaming at me to give it a break. But I can’t stop. I need to finish these assignments. I want to finish. But all my body and mind want to do is sleep and bam. I’m asleep before the clock strikes ten o’clock.
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