Latavia Spriggs

I have a bad case. Being cooped up in my house all day.
Seeing all four walls of my home rather than my school. Schoolwork looking less and less appealing and I look more towards my pillow covered with drool.
The place I was set to be from Pre-K through 12th. Now I’m home for my senior year, I feel as though I don’t know myself.
Student life cut short, quick and in the blink of an eye. I had no idea that March 13th would be the last my teachers would see of I.
Now I’m home, face to face with a computer screen, I look for my motivation and true self, but it’s nowhere to be seen.
I cant experience my senior year to the max, like past years have. I don’t know what I have in store for the future, I feel like I just want to crash.
Senioritis is a deadly virus I found myself constantly outrunning. I cant seem to save my grades or myself from becoming someone who I once dreaded. A girl with no work ethic.
Quarantine and chrome books have me in shackles. Losing grip on work, school, and painting, myself and I is what I cant seem to tackle.