I have nothing.
I've come dangerously close to failing my Science, & I haven't even worked on my Literature. To top it all off, the latter's being checked up on by my teacher soon. I've told her that I analysed 50 words, but in all actuality, I've only done 5. I'm barely scraping by in my Politics unit.
I have nothing.
My lack of priorities is a shade disturbing. My inability to simply knuckle down and hit the books is beginning to be an enormous liability. I had the time to draw up a shopping list for the holidays, but while I was doing that particularly frivolous task, it never once crossed my mind that time would be better spent revising. My mind simply dismisses everything remotely related to school once I get back to the boarding house. It's a slate wiped clean of any purpose, an empty vase waiting to be filled with teenage drivel. The fact that I'm blogging instead of working on the Lit simply reinforces my point.
I have nothing.
...
But wait. I don't have nothing. I simply don't have you. I have no rival, no one to impress, no eager competitor. No one to tutor in English, no one to sit and chat with on the pretense of Maths revision. No reason to do well in school, no reason to live life the way I would've with you by my side.
So I wait. Day after day, week after week, month after month. I wait with bated breath, hope fluttering in my broken heart. But you never heed my call.
And so I'm left to stitch it back together again. Alone.
Oh, and I like chocolate. (: