I feel like a robot left without instructions. I don’t know what I’m supposed to be doing and I don’t know what to choose to do. All this time being left on my hands gives me too much time to think, to feel, to get irritated or emotional over minor things. The only thing I remember feeling during the school year (besides during especially difficult projects and assignments) was fatigue and headaches.
I’d gladly take that over this. My dad thinks I’m unhappy and keeps asking me if I want something but I don’t. I never have. I have many things and I’m thankful for all of them but that doesn’t mean I know what I’m meant to be doing right now. I’m not sad but I’m not happy. I’m getting by but I have no idea what I’m doing.
What is the purpose of this break? What did they intend for us to do? What should I be doing? Preparing? Sleeping for the amount sleep they’ll take from me during the school year? I have a feeling it shouldn’t be so confusing for me and I hate that it still is.