Potential
I clung to the rails as if they were my lifeline. Standing here alone, they might as well have been. I was done, exhausted and just done. There had been homework all week, and quizzes, and a test on a subject I really don’t care about. I probably failed all of them. Like it made a difference, really.
My parents wouldn’t care, they gave up on me a while ago.
I don’t do much outside of school, really. I study, I go to class, I go home. That’s the routine. But because of that, I don’t feel any more tired than usual anymore. I’ve conditioned myself just to be perpetually exhausted. It’s terrible, but it gets my parents off my back.
I wandered back inside and sat on the couch. I should have done something productive. I could have cleaned my room, or done homework, or studied. I really just don’t care enough. That’s what everybody says. I don’t know, maybe I care too much, and now I’m unable to do anything because I’m too close to the situation, or something like that. See? I can be smart.
I can’t help but wander from the path of studying, just, there’s just nothing to keep me engaged while I’m there. My tutor gets really annoyed with me, then my parents ask him how I did, then he’s honest with them, then my parents are very annoyed with me. I don’t care about the work, I care about getting them to leave me alone.
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