High Expectations

I think I look at the good side of things too much. I get my hopes up too much. I thought that this semester was going to be easier...I hoped and prayed it was. Unfortunately things are not looking up. Two days in and I'm already tired, even though I'm being pumped full of supplements that are supposed to give me more energy and make me more awake. Exhaustion, bone-tired, physically shot-those all have new meanings to me. It's two days in!! I lack a certain will to push forward. People always joke that sleeping and eating are some of the things they always do, like a hobby. Not sleeping is my new hobby; number one on my list. What happened to hobbies being something you enjoyed? I think that concept has been thrown out the window and blown away by the wind. Why am I such an overachiever, why couldn't I be a mediocre student, less than average. Lazy, the real me, the one hiding deep inside, is the laziest creature you'll ever see. That's who I want to be.