I know I’m not the busiest person in the world. Not even close. I’ll never understand how people can be studying full time, have two or more jobs and still have time for extracurricular activities and a social life. I really wish I did, though.
I started studying again almost a month ago. Just because I felt like it, mostly.
I take the train to school because driving would be too hassling. I pass a multitude of people each time, yet it’s funny that even only after a few weeks there are already people I’ve begun to recognize on my morning commute. That young girl with the brown school uniform. That lady with the small floral backpack. Leading lives of their own.