Alright, enough complaining. Here’s what my day actually looks like.
6:30 AM – Alarm. I get up immediately. No snoozing, no rolling over—just up. Not because I want to, but because I have to. Being late? Not happening. Still, the exhaustion is real, but whatever, the day starts now.
First, my bed—if I feel like it, I make it. If not, it stays a mess, just like my energy levels. Bathroom routine: wash my face, brush my teeth, a little concealer so I don’t look like I just crawled out of a grave, then straight to getting dressed. Breakfast? If I have time. If not, I move on.
School. Every morning, I walk there while my brain runs wild—thinking about training, school, everything I need to do, everything I say I’ll do but probably won’t. I tell myself today is the day I study. (It won’t be.)
First period changes daily, but the tiredness stays the same. I sit next to my friend, and we talk all the time, which makes it bearable. Everything else? Annoying. People I don’t talk to, the endless lessons—it all drags. The only break? Lunch. The only time school feels like it moves.
After school, if I don’t have official training, I do my own workouts at home. Not because I have to, but because I don’t know how to stop. My body is screaming for rest, but I push through. Then I get home, tell myself I’ll study… and somehow end up on my phone, lost in thoughts.
The best part? When I actually have time to go out with my friends. Those moments are different. No stress, no school, no overthinking—just laughing, joking around, and feeling like life isn’t just a cycle of exhaustion. Honestly, that’s when I feel the best.
The day repeats, the exhaustion stays, but at least there are moments that make it all worth it.
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Non-FictionThis is my life, my journey, and my story to tell. Ive faced a lot of challenges, doubts, and moments where I didn't know what to do next. Sometimes, it feels like no one truly understands, like I'm stuck in a place I don't belong. Thats why Im wri...
