F Klassen

Im absolutely shattered, honestly brain fried, eyes stinging from the fluorescent buzz above, and my backs screaming from standing up to grab that last slice of pizza. This isnt just another class; its a warzone of desks, sticky notes, and the faint scent of desperation. Im surrounded by people who look like theyve either just woken up or are about to collapse into a pile of textbooks, but hey, at least the projectors still on and someones trying to explain something that might as well be in a foreign language. The only thing I can hear is the clatter of chairs and my own heartbeat, and that bottle of water? Its been sitting there for hours, forgotten like a ghost. Im not even sure whats on that screen anymore its a blur of colors and words I cant parse. My friends? Theyre either staring into the abyss or trying to figure out why Im suddenly standing in the middle of the room. I swear, if I had to guess, Id say this is the moment before the explosion, or maybe the moment after. Either way, Im done. Im exhausted. And Im pretty sure Im not the only one whos been here for too long.

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