I abhor tiredness. Working on a project for eight hours straight, cracking a insanely hard puzzle, researching, creating, inventing, or in my particular, anti-climatic case, waking up after sleeping for a little over two hours. My dear, dear insomnia. The chains made to keep my eyelids wide-open, at all costs. "Insomnia", tied to obsession, implies the look for a haven of sorts, following the "concentrate on a topic and all the others shall forever disappear" logic. Our brains are really quite stupid. Some parts working better than others, some not functioning at all, others refusing to shut down at any costs, it's a nightmare. After all these months facing this never-ending stream of flaws, the one thing keeping my spirit crushed is the constant, never-ending headache. I've grown really, really tired of the headaches, I really did. The best of all, I'd say, is knowing what lies ahead at the morning. The clear opposite of my "haven". Driving my feet off the bed, I sit down, trying to brush the soul-crushing tiredness out of me. I take a glance of the window, it's raining still. Sighing, I gather strength to stand up, and continue on with my morning routine, trying my best not to collapse on the floor. Teeth brushed, shower taken, clothes put, everything seems good. Rechecking my items, I warn my dad about my departure, and remembering to get a umbrella, I leave, taking the stairs carefully to fall. Upon passing through the front gate, I honestly considered the possibility of not using the umbrella at all, just to see if the cold rain would be able to wake me up. The few raindrops that do hit me disproved the idea, though. Thankfully, the walk between my dad's apartment and school wasn't too long, a ten minute walk at best. I put on my headphones, protecting them from the rain with my hoodie the best I could. Music always helped to disconnect from problems. Even if a little, it did make an effect on me I learned to appreciate. With the topic in mind, I proceeded my walk, nonchalantly. The school's sight truly was a reason for my spirit to tumble. What teenager never expected to arrive one day at school and spot a crater? I sure did. Quite a few times, if not all times I've put foot on the opposite sidewalk. What lies beyond those walls, however, is always the usual. Loud noises, headaches, the annoying avoidance of social interaction, a lovely package. Aiming to stay out of the halls as much as I could, I rushed to my classroom, sitting on my usual sit, finally allowing myself to breathe. Putting my bag under the table, I lean on my table slightly, letting my body rest some more, before class starts. I can almost hear the clock ticking. Through all the voices and miscellaneous commotions within those walls, the clock seemed to tick louder than it all. I can't spent a second in this hell wondering how some people enjoy this ambiance. The answer is still far out of my reach, however. I'm patient, though. What's there to lose when you're already at the bottom of the well?