Mayonnaise and Trashcans

It’s 12am in the morning, and I can’t seem to want to put myself to sleep, despite having class at 8am tomorrow. I worked 12 hours today, most of them alone, making sandwiches and doing dishes at Subway. I worked five hours last night as well. I am exhausted, my chest is in pain and I smell like mayonnaise and trashcans. I feel like I’ve been robbed of something, and that’s why I am still awake typing away. I feel like before I put an end to the day I need to do something for myself. I need to reclaim a tiny fragment from the time thieves, and make it my own. This is an act of rebellion, in a way. I am having the last laugh.