Аня Клюква — Исповедь должника

So, on today's agenda — the question: why do debts keep piling up? Fair point. And for a full overview, with no argument here, Let's run straight through the deadlines. And move on to the roots.

I'm walking down a dark quiet street in some courtyard Why did they schedule classes around eight in the morning? Questions in my head. Well hello, autumn, in the school-day rhythm Let's walk through it now. Rule one: never blink, So you don't miss a thing, never give anyone a hint Rule two: no jokes in class, no football at recess That's what school said, in short Rule three: if you want to answer — you raise your hand If you want to leave — you raise your hand too If you want to — you raise your hand, and if you don't — you raise your hand Raise your hand, raise your hand, raise your hand And here I am answering at the board Reviewing topics at the start of the year is easy — no board needed After school — rest, and I'll put off my homework I'll do it next week, while it's not too hard yet First month — nothing, I even get it all I catch on on the fly, you know how it goes I didn't have time to look around or stand out, Before my life turned into a full paragraph in five minutes

Deadlines burn, eyes hurt But the main thing is not to be late — the quarter's begun and there's no turning back In the sky, rain made of debts, they flow like a river What subject is it now? What date, what month, what year? I studied all night, but I don't remember exactly Commas, lines, periods or ellipses And somewhere by fifth period I feel completely awful I raise my hand, but they still won't call on me — they know I know But if they only knew how long I haven't slept for this knowledge I seem to get A's, I seem ready to help if they ask But it's so hurtful when they ditch you again, When you postpone sleep, and classes get postponed

Lol, no way You just don't get it — this is the art of debt-ing Life just gets sad without debts Everything's expected and predictable — to say Whatever you want, and I keep stacking debts Keep stacking debts

Years will pass, maybe I'll grow wiser I'll modestly raise my eyes to old experience If only back then, if only back then the story Hadn't put up with the passive voice But my story was waiting for a sequel

And then in university — they said the main thing in this business: Is to distribute all your time properly And here I am answering at the board Reviewing topics at the start of the year is easy — laziness and homework After class — rest, and I'll put off my homework I'll do it next week, while it's not too hard yet First month — nothing, I even get it all I've heard this somewhere before, happens all the time I didn't have time to look around or stand out, Before my life had already transformed

Hi, my name is Anya, and after university I'm lying on the couch Oh wait, no — of course I'm studying I do everything, just not what I should It's laziness and homework — two zero I seem to have finished school, but debts are still with me I thought the problem was the exam, sleep, food, You, the weather, the city and the place And everything that annoys me, distracts me and throws me off course I can't reach it in the mood of deadlines But it's time to break the chain reaction

I thought the problem was the exam — turned out the problem was me No, that can't be You just don't get it — this is the art of debt-ing Life just gets sad without debts Expected and predictable to say, Whatever you want, and I keep stacking debts Keep going... I keep stacking debts