I went to bed last night at a decent hour so I could get my 8 hours of sleep before my final today. For some reason, now that I'm awake again I feel more exausted than when I fell asleep.
Weird.
Once in a while, after life has been passing you by, you're forced to wake up.
Your dreams fade, and life seems to go on without taking your shattered heart into account.
But there is always hope.
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