As I lay there, into the abyss of glass-shielded everything, I watch for the details. For each individual bird flying by. For the laughing of children, playing down the block. For the different color that each individual car vrooming by protrudes.
I shudder as a sharp zephyr of a chill seeps through the window’s painful gash, encasing me in utter displeasure.
I rise to my feet, still wrapped in my overpowering comforter. The call of my stomach has finally overcome the cries of my mind to not get up, forcing me to answer.
I slowly jitter my feet into the kitchen and grab the first jar of peanut butter in sight. Screw spoons, no one else is around.
Hastily unscrewing the red top, I noticed a smear of the scrumptious substance from yesterday’s repeated actions.
I pause for a moment, realizing what I’m doing, how abhorrently stupid I’ve been with my life for the past two months. Two whole freaking months of my life gone to waste. What kind of sick idea would lead me to believe that this would be okay?
I feel disgusting. I could be so much more than this. I knew that then and I know it now. So why did I not see that this would be so ridiculously pointless?
It’s time to cut the crap and do things right. Time to start doing what needs to be done. Time to forget about what everyone else thinks. It’s time to live my life.
This is a story about the time I skipped two straight months of school.