walking senseless

[heath]

this thread is OPEN.
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don't worry; i fade.

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so hungry..

his mouth kept shut, his eyes wavering from one face to another, diligently keeping his mind away from the protests of his stomach.

three days without eating was not something he'd expected to find tiresome, nor worrisome at all. but his stumbling out the door, just after the class was dismissed, was something that wouldn't leave his mind, no matter how much he tried to erase it. he'd fully anticipated a full knockout, which, now, he was starting to wish had happened to him, but his body wouldn't just give way.

if he'd been taken to the nurse, the hunger wouldn't be growing as impatiently as it was now.

he sighed, rubbing his eyes.

the queue just had to be this long, for this particular day.

he supposed he couldn't realy complain; he'd placed the fasting on himself, and was no suffering the consequences. not that he had any choice, though -- the schedule for the past three days had ground him to the bones, and kept him on his toes for 20 hours each day. miraculously, he had delved through without even dropping unconscious on the floor, and had been able to exercise his mind non-stop with the activities that had been laid down in front of him.

some were too ridiculous to even question on. for example, subbing for tutoring every 11 pm. was it really necessary to tutor in such ungodly hours? and some, like stacking piles and piles of books on shelves at the library, seemed, at first, to be completely useless, but turned out to be an exceptional challenge that he could never have imagined.

add in the whole list of essays and reports that were due for that same three days, and the fact that he had just come back from france a week beforehand, and it all ends with the sophomore completely tired to even think of any thought. no one had forced him to hand in the due assignments, for he had been excused for a whole month, and so didn't expect for him to catch up until he got settled, but that wasn't how he worked.

he preferred to keep away from procrastinating, and rather liked his schedule to be away from pressure of words such as 'due' or 'on time'.

that moment, he hoped none of the juniors or seniors would think of even walking up to him for another question.

raising his hands to cover his face, a large yawn escaped his parted lips, and the symptoms of sleepiness seeped in.

his mind had completely shut down.

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words || i forgot this part. :c
outfit || with jeans and sneakers
note || a thousand pardon
for the vagueness.

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