Thud Thud Thud
I stared hard at the surface of my table with a pen in my left hand while the tip of my right hand’s fingers played tapping on the table in perfect rhythm. I usually did this whenever I was thinking hard. What I was thinking about wasn’t a hard guess.
My journalism notes lay scattered in front of me, half-highlighted, waiting for me to notice it but all I could think of was something else entirely. The finals were starting in two weeks but I hadn’t even started because I was using my current situation to procrastinate and act like I wasn’t okay enough to start studying.
It was wrong of me to use my problems and not study but I really wasn’t lying to myself. Everything seemed so hard and so senseless, as if all random things were happening and nothing was supposed to make
