Spring break is an amazing time to relax, rest, read, rave or road trip somewhere.

Once it ends, however, it's like heartbreak all over again. Most seem to come across five realizations...

1. Your sleeping schedule can't be repaired

I personally have the most dysfunctional sleeping schedule of all time and can instantly mess up any kind of an order I might have had beforehand. By Monday, I was already going to bed at 6 a.m. and waking up at 1. But, a sleeping schedule is like a house of cards-- it takes a while to build it but even the slightest mistake can send the whole thing tumbling down.

In fact, I’m still oversleeping even now!

2. You are too rested to work

Any kind of work after 5 days of not doing anything work or school related is going to be absolute torture. This Saturday, I spent 15 minutes doing a completely wrong assignment for my theatrical production class, that wasn't difficult, to begin with. I even zoned out reading cooking instructions for a store-bought pizza. Yikes.

3. You want to go back

Occasionally throughout the year, a girl on Instagram, (and we all know one) would share a photo of herself that would basically be this: "take me back <3"... somewhere on some nondescript beach.

That’s a major mood after spring break. It doesn’t matter whether you went home, stayed on campus, or went on a wild road trip to San Francisco. You’ll want to be back. Someday.

4. You don't have to be in shape anymore

Show's over, folks! Until maybe May or June, there is no more point in staying in shape. And with the stress of the first week back you'd probably accumulate a few pounds anyway. But jokes on everyone, I personally never lost weight, to begin with, so what do I know?

5. You're glad to see everyone back

This one is obvious. It's nice to see your friends and classmates back from spring break, no matter how annoying they are. Of course, you can also be a citizen of the salt town, and loathsomely cast disapproving glances at everyone- but overall, it's always good to be back?

Right?

I'm already planning my next vacation. I finish writing this article with a solemn quivering tear streaming reluctantly down my cheek, scintillating in the neon illumination looming above me in the basement of a gloomy library.