A Transition of Feelings

The replaying thought in my head today was that I wasn't going to get through practice. The PSAT's alone were annoying because I was sick. My motivation to do anything was non-existent and I couldn't help but not care. Finishing all the way through with testing was not going to happen. After testing, I kept my hoodie on to deal with the cold. I was falling asleep in Chemistry, but I got it together. I actually knew what I was doing in the last problems we did. A transition of feelings happened 12th period. I honestly love that class because it isn't too bad and it marks the end of the day, as soon as the bell rings. That excitement was soon pushed aside when dread came over. Being sick and unable to breathe did not help me at all. Therefore, I was not looking forward to practice. For all the time leading up to then, I wanted to spend it with him. With him I have comfort in times of fear or distress. It is very heartwarming to have that. When I got home, it finally hit me that my brother is gone. Even now, I am alone because my mother is also at work. My mind had kind of processed this only to be another night where he parties and comes home late. This time, it'll be a month late. As long as I got to give him my good-bye hug this morning, we were all good. Photo is actually from yesterday. Shh.