Tantrums and Complaints

The sunrays passing through the glass window falls on my face, waking me up. Groaning in annoyance, I roll over to the other side of the bed, away from the window, covering my face with a pillow.

I should really do something about my bed being so close to a window if it keeps waking me up.

I look at the wall clock on the wall and it read : 7:29AM. Why was the sun so bright by this time? Doesn't it want to be with his wife the moon? Why leave her so early and come for work? Did they have a fight or something?

I groan louder into my pillow when I remember that I have to go to school today.

I would have just skipped today and stayed home, but I would be signing up for a massive failure in my exams if I skipped school today. And what Andrei had told me yesterday about picking myself back up after falling and the fact life won't pause just to wait for me to feel okay before it continues moving would be my motivation for the day.

I'm just eighteen, I shouldn't be thinking about all I'm thi