Let me tell you how I got here.

7:07am : I woke up to the miserable feeling of yesterday another day spent wondering what I should be doing with my life - and why I do nothing at all

8:21am : Still In bed ( Yeah it sucks I know ), my phone dings with a notification from the president of my club…

…finally, something I could do

8:23am : The tip of the toothbrush butts into my gums, blood drips from my mouth, and I - hurried and my heart panting - don’t even notice it

8:50am : I bolt out the apartment complex main gate, right into the arms of death’s embrace ( other people walking the street )

8:52am : I know they’re not actually looking at me, but it definitely does feel that way.

No one cares about me. They’re all to focused on themselves to be worried about me

That’s what I tell myself anyway

8:59am : Speed walking to the beach, I start to wonder how I’m going to pull this off

Jeannine had asked me to help her record a video of her speech

For the clubs social media page

9:01am : How do I do that? I’m not good at video? What do I even do? Who even am I? And why did I say yes?

9:10am : I make it to the beach - a short walk from my place

And that’s when they all stared, pointed, and gasped

I, being the nervous, forgetful, anxious being that I am had completely ignored the blood dripping onto my shirt and started spouting nonsense

“ I’m fine. It’s not my blood. Wait….it is, but I’m okay….just my gums bleeding “

To be Continued