The time is drawing near when my days will again be consumed by long commutes, incomprehensible lectures, and toilsome projects. As my last moments of peace wane to nothing, a terrible dread falls upon me. Meaningless, meaningless, the words repeat, there is no point in anything you’re doing.
Like the fabled undead, I am driven forward by a nameless hunger, my body unnaturally possessed by an alien will. Inside I am screaming, “No, anything but this,” while I prepare my backpack for school. Under this weight I barely move, as if I were shackled to a ball and chain, but the inevitable day comes ever closer when I must return.
I choose to reenter this dungeon, to jump into the pit.
Tale Told 