Time is a funny thing.
Sometimes, time flies by and I can barely separate seconds from minutes, minutes from hours and hours from days. Some Sundays I sit and wonder where the rest of the week went. Other times, I can wait for hours on end for a minute to be over.
For the last year, time has been whirling past me and I haven't really been able to keep up. Everyone else are moving at such supernatural rates while I move as if I'm under water; slowly, heavily, swimming upstream, getting nowhere. Is it possible to drown in time?
It feels like it was only last week I had my Christmas mock-exams, and now I'm suddenly in the middle of spring-term exams. Where did all that time go? What have I been doing? With so much time on my hands, why haven't I found the cure for cancer or written a bestseller? Why am I not rich and famous yet?
I remember flicking through my planner this fall, pointing out to a friend that he turned sixteen in six weeks. The next time I opened my planner, it was only six days left. Where did the rest of those weeks go? And now, it's been six months since that day! Six months that just evaporated right before my eyes without me noticing.
I turned seventeen in January, it was almost frightening to think of how little I've done with my life so far. I've tried to be important, to make a difference and to leave a mark in people's lives, but I always end up giving in for my urge to sit back and relax. I haven't really tried, and I know it.
I am the queen of procrastinators, why do something today when you can do it tomorrow? You have time!
...But no. The logic that I've lived by for the last seventeen years is faltering.
Where the hell is all my time?
If this continues, in five years I'll still be the same person, still studying and still just doing nothing.
That would be terrible.
