has been so surreal.

I feel like all of my teachers are trying to give us an easier time, because next week is midterms, and although it’s appreciated all it’s doing is putting me in a constant state of anticipation. Anticipation for something terrible, I guess.

I just woke up from a pretty long nap. I was tired from staying up and studying, and since our teachers don’t really have too much of a workload at the moment, I decided to sleep.

As a matter of fact, I’m planning on going back to sleep as soon as I finish writing this. I don’t know. It just feels surreal and we’re only on Tuesday.

I woke up and drank water. I can’t describe to you the feeling of drinking ice cold water after waking up from a drought caused by unconsciousness; but it washes over your tongue and your tastebuds brilliantly like the sweetest ambrosia, cleansing you temporarily until your mouth recovers from bliss to scream for more.

I have never had to experience a thirst or starvation great enough to warrant desperation, and that’s something I’m only grateful for in moments like these, when I appreciate water and ice because it brings me joy.

I wonder how many other things I’m not thinking about, how many other things I take for granted.