I wake up at 6:50 a.m. I roll over to turn off my blaring alarm. Half-awake, I sit up in bed and scroll through Instagram, Tik Tok, and Snapchat. At 7:08 a.m., I roll back over to turn on my computer and log into my zero period PE class.
You taught me what it means to be constantly jittery and alert. And while I may never be able to differentiate the butterflies in my stomach between love of Yerba or extreme caffeine-induced anxiety. It is inconsequential of my feelings for you.
