Regret

You wake up, look at the time, realize it's pass the time for early morning class and you've only done three hours of sleep.

I don't know how else to help myself. I'm tired but I can't sleep. When I finally sleep, I sleep past the class I want so badly to attend. To learn from him, to redeem myself, to be a good student and future doctor, to redeem myself. Redemption starts with waking up, but how am I supposed to when I couldn't sleep properly?

It's not good quality sleep and the hours are barely the minimum, but I have to get up now regardless because I have obligatory classes.

Last night I couldn't sleep a wink and it was 6am by the time I passed out asleep, and I was holding myself together because Dr. Hussein's class was in an hour, but I failed and passed out instead. I woke up at three hours later and have to go to my Ortho class. Arrived at the class at 10.20am to a group of girls proclaiming "Alhamdulillah you arrive. You were very late, we prayed you arrive safely."

I simply took my seat.

I don't think everyone can relate to waking up every morning with regret.