his name was book

three in the morning. going to bed at 5 in the afternoon was a bad idea. I thought I’d wake up just in time for dinner. I slept with all the stuff that were on my bed, books, notebooks, papers, pens and clothes. how comfortable. I need this jet leg to be over or I will never get any of the work done. first day of last semester was okay lots of work lots to think about. it’s not funny anymore we’re the seniors now. next year this time we’ll be done. compared to the rest of my online friends I am relatively the youngest. I remember their writings about graduating and the final year and I always thought: when this comes around in my life I will not be writing in such boring manner.

but guess what? it’s here.