Everything You Thought It’d Be

I guess this is close to being what I always imagined it would be.
Work, School, Starve.

But somehow it’s not as glamorous as I believed it would be.
It’s hardly glamorous at all really.

It’s only 5 something on a Saturday evening and I already feel like curling up in bed for the night I’m so tired.

And I perpetually forget to stand up slowly to avoid a headrush.