I am so ready for the next five months to be over. 

It’s kind of like listening to a really lovely song but every few seconds, someone pauses it for what feels like forever and you’re just listening to nothing, waiting and hoping for them to push play again. I’m waiting for the day I have control of the radio and I can just let it play forever and ever

I’m being dramatic. It’s really not that bad. It’s actually amazing, moreso than I could have ever imagined. It’s just so torturing, sitting here in silence, save for my yellow clock ticking the time away. It’s a bittersweet sound. Each tick is a second closer, but there’s so many more to go.

Fuuck I need to go to bed and stop vomiting my delusional lonely thoughts onto the internet. SLEEP. NOW.