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Akira Monday rolls around quickly and I find myself between chaos of the college. Since Sydney doesn't have any class with me, I left early alone in morning after eating a sandwich, not wanting to face her. I like her, really but she is always happy, so damn happy that it hurts to look at her. It's not that I don't want her happy. I love the fact she is. I envy her. Her love and non love life is almost perfect. I want that for me too. When would I have that? Get your butt inside your class and focus! I groan at the sudden pounding in my head. It's like someone is bashing my head to a wall. I am having this since I woke up. It must be oversleeping. I have a quirk that whenever I am sad or distressed, I'd become sleeping machine and it's kind of frustrating. I have this disease since