the miserable life of a miserable teenager

to the moment I close my eyes to sleep,

I fantasize about laying my head and being able to think about nothing for a few hours.

Of course, it never lasts long.

That cursed second when my eyes flutter open and reality sets in.

I’m here, I’m alive, unfortunately. Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

No matter how long I’m asleep for,

My battery is still empty.

There is no charger.

I’m an old iPhone 4 that needs to be charged every 30 minutes.

Sure, I could eat more.

But then you’d have another reason to taunt me.