waking up without a hangover can still be miserable

College thus far has been a grand mix of irreplaceable memories and stilling depression. But as they say, "c'est la vie".

8:21 AM

the sun's morning smile seeps through your window.

you cringe, moan, and groan

before turning your back to face the wall

and sheltering yourself deeper into your sheets.

9:03 AM

you turn over 

and peer through drooping eyelids and tangled hair.

your sight rests on your sleeping roommate

who's body's smooth curves and flowing waves of auburn hair 

make you feel unworthy to be in the presence of a goddess

9:24 AM

not even a second glance to your hair brush.

you don't bother to touch your hair

that's still tied up from the night before

with ribbons of hair free falling against your face

the necklace tangled around your throat

is left as is .

you can't tell whether you keep it on

for sentimentality

or convenience anymore

no makeup

to cover that bruising, bloody sore

plastered on your face where all can see.

why bother.

10:28 AM

it's time for class.

you check your phone for the umpteenth time.

yes, you're still not going to be late.

your mattress cries out for you

like a long time friend yearning for some company

but your fear of your future

wails like a newborn child.

like the responsible person you try to be

you choose to console the child

and walk out the door into the "real world"

because discussing our personal environmental utopia 

is paramount for our future 

and you keep walking out that door

until living 

is worth living through.