Rubberband

I miss home.

I miss my bed.

And i'm still home now.

I dread school.

It's seems like the 6mths more is inevitable.

I cry.

And it doesn't help.

I wanna embrace it all.

But things are not in my control.

There's only so much i can take in my stride.

So tired.

So strained.

So stretched.

Fatigue.

Save me from it all.

Bring me somewhere else.

Let me watch a movie.

Make me laugh.

Dry my sweat.

Let me run.

Let me fly.

Just let me issue my dentures and crown, complete my endo this term.

That's all i ask for.

but that seems too much isn't it?