to me,

is monotony.

A never-ending rigorous schedule

with no end in sight.


Hell is

never living up to ridiculously high expectations.

Hell is

your best

never being

good enough.


Hell is 

being ridiculed

for the littlest things.


Hell is

mishearing the smallest thing

and being yelled at.


Hell is

never-ending tiredness.

Hell is

never knowing what you're supposed to be doing.


Hell is

living in fear

because nothing was explained.


Hell is

being afraid to ask a question

because you're sure that everyone else knows the answer

and you're just stupid.


So I guess

that Hell is


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