Dear Via, I am astonished at how weirdly time goes. Every day seems like the views we see outside of the window in a fast-moving train, but when I look back on the overall week, Monday seems like a month ago. Now, the funny thing is that a month also evaporates in to the air. Every day I have the same cycle. Of course, not that I despise it. I wake up at 6:00. I take a shower, take any clothes from my closet, eat breakfast, brush my teeth, and take the bus at 7:00. I always arrive late, so the bus picks me up last. I sleep in the bus with my head resting on the lap of my friend, SQ (not the real name.) in the bus. I arrive to school at 7:45. I take classes. Lunch at 1:45. I take classes. After school. I ride the bus home at 4:30. I eat a snack at 5:30. I do homework. I finish at 11’o clock. I sleep at 11:15
I wake up at 6:00. . . . And so on. Because of this cycle, I don’t have to think much throughout the day. I can move ‘on schedule.’ Sometimes this is really sad because I feel that I don’t have much human in me. I guess this explains my reason of time slipping out of me.
I think week is long for me because I always wait for a day in the week.
The easiest way of living.
Although it is often frustrating, I like my time flying cycle.