Resurrected

You had never had time for sex, relationships or even friendships. It's not that you were a loner, it was just that you were too busy studying all the time. It wasn't that you were the do gooder 'perfect' student either. It's just that studying was the only thing you were good at. You had a few acquaintances that you knew the names of, but that was the closest relationship that you had during school. You worked your ass off day and night, hoping that maybe college would be the time where you could relax a bit. What a fucking delusion that turned out to be.

College required even more work, you couldn't shake off the obsession to retain high grades. Here you were at 5 A.M doing your essay with your kikimora roommate chained to your bedpost. After all, sex ruins concentration, and you had an essay due at 9. The full moon is hanging high on the night sky. Your roommate dripping her fluids all over the bedpost, rubbing herself on it. She's begging you to impregnate her and make her bear your children, amongst other things. But you can't hear that. You're wearing earplugs. After all, a quiet environment is the best way to study. It isn't the best of situations, but you'll manage. You've faced worse full moons. Like that one time during the college exam seminar. 35 girls and 5 guys. Fuckers had that seminar in a secluded campus in the hills. Right at the full moon. You KNOW that they did that shit on purpose. Fucking monsters man. At times you wonder if you're actually autistic. With all these super attractive girls thirsting for your dick, why don't you just fuck them? Who knows? Maybe it's because you never had meaningful human interaction during the whole of your school life. It doesn't matter. What you have to focus is on finishing this goddamn essay. Maybe a few minutes of sleep wouldn't be too bad.....