"Composition" - Fiction

Things have never been easy, but I've tried to tell myself that there are people who have it worse than I did. Now I chock my problems up to one thing : College. It really doesn't give me problems, but they're the same as any kid going to school with me. Not enough time, too many classes, and too many papers. I wander around from two jobs, and four classes.

Two thirds of the time I'm running on pure caffeine, the other third, a few hours of sleep. I've never been a big sleeper, hearing about certain circumstances, you'd understand why. I got used to it, now a half an hour of sleep makes it feel like I've been sleeping all day. I've tried to get on a more normal schedule, but it left me staying awake all night worrying and counting cracks in my ceiling.

I do a lot of that too, worrying. I don't worry about grades, I can read something once and tell you about it a few years later. For me its the people, I don't think I completely understand human interaction. I'd rather people watch, than actually deal with them. For work, sure, I talk and can hold a conversation like its nothing. But every uttered syllable in my direction makes me cringe as if I'm doing something wrong.