this day

my eyes are heavy.

i'm still gonna write in case anyone thinks i'm dead already.
no time to take pictures. no time for anything.
i'm seeing my colleagues more than i see my parents.
and that's a sentence from a colleague.

which sums up everything.

and i hate primary school.
the kids aren't exactly camper material.
how do you become a trainer for kids who don't even want to listen.
if only i could show them what life is about.
but then i don't want them to lose their childhood.
but right now, their childhood is runing my life.
that's an exaggeration.
i know you know what i mean.
if there is any kid that's reading this, take note.
please listen to your trainers during camp.
they wake up at 630 and sleep at 330 just for you.

OK?
alright.
ALRIGHT?
ok.

camps have gotten in my head.