Your vision becomes blurry and confused, different shades of the rainbow fusing with each other to create colors you never imagined were real (your palette now consists of monochrome with the creme light you live by). When you turn your neck and rub your shoulders, bones can be heard snapping in and out of place after hours of staying in the same position.

Your head feels like it will fall off your neck, your fingers detaching from palms. This is the third night in a row that you pulled all-nighters for the extra hours usually dedicated to slumber, and you can feel the initial tickle in the back of your throat now evolve into a full-blown cough. But you had to memorize every sentence, understand each concept, aim for the highest scores. It involved the constant flipping of pages back and forth, back and forth, scribbling in the margins and wherever there was room, shuffling through papers to confirm the exact words of a fact you weren’t sure would be a tested question. All night long, the waning moon accompanied you in your journey back into notes from weeks, months ago as you studied for your upcoming finals. Quickly, you swipe the two slices of (cold) bread off the plate and inhale them as you dash back to your room to change into the school uniform, shoving papers and notebooks and binders and pencil-case into your backpack as you curse yourself for not having noticed the seconds ticking by.

Your eyes graze over the too-bright neon numbers signifying the time - 6:59 - and you realize that you’re late. Toast is already set out on the counter for the whole family. It was a horrible experience, to finally, truly understand what it was like to slip into a void and you destroy all of the wishes you sent to the shooting stars that criss-crossed the sky about wanting to sink through a charcoal blackness - even drowning in the fibers of leaves and bark woven into what you write on today was bad enough. HEALTH > EVERYTHING ELSEĪnd all you remember, as you stumble into the kitchen with unwelcome cloud-cover in your eyes, is the feeling of falling deeper into the paper you had arched over during the night - it seemed to grow larger and larger as time passed, the creme light turning snow-white paper into a buttery hue, the ballpoint’s ink becoming fragments of the night (but where were the stars? you heard their voices singing music-box lullabies in your ears but you ignored them for the power of knowledge). I had fun writing this hahahah, good luck on all of your studies! But remember this essential equation: Summary: It’s almost time for exams and you keep pulling all-nighters to study.

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