April 7th: The First Break In A While

Today wasn't very good.

However, today was the first break I've had in a while: there isn't a robotics meeting today, no need to stay afterschool until the sun sets. Not an opportunity to mingle with my friends and fellows as we work towards a common goal as we each go our separate ways, with the ones we really care about, as I speed walk alone, pondering my actions, wondering.

Once I got home, my eyes glanced over the plants that I had presumed dead with their new branches: a small sign of resilience, of hope. I was not burdened, rather, but very happy and willing to water them. Wrapping everything up, I slumped over the recliner, ignoring my grandma's express of concern, "Aren't you going to eat?" Annoyed, I exclaim "I'm really tired, Grandma. Let me sleep, won't you?" Despite just-prepared rice cakes on the table, steaming, I had no regard for them. Having been worked like a horse, having my heart and mind be run through its limits for the past days, weeks, months, questioning at all moments.

Maybe 2 hours later, I awake to a similar light outside, my grandma laid on the couch, and I feel regret for taking the recliner as I hear the kitchen fans spin. I searched for my phone, finally finding it dropped beside the recliner. As per usual, there aren't any notifications; nothing that had particularly pertained to me, nor piqued my interest.

Like usual, I continued working down the list of homework that I never reach the end of.

Thanks for reading,
Issac