I Don't Need To Fight, To Prove I'm Right

I am over the moon to put Monday behind me. Really. I won’t miss it. I won’t think fondly about it. I won’t laugh about it later. I won’t long for these types of college days.
I’m not sleeping. I’m so tired.

I’m not talking. I have so much to say.

I’m not working. I have so much to do.

I’m not settling. I know it would be so easy.

I’m not making sense. I need rest.

I spent the night writing about anaphora. Is it working?

It’s only teenage wasteland.

P.S. After a solid night’s sleep I’ll be better than new. Mint condition Kara. Promise.