fiery eyes
3040 words. IS is more or less done.
I seem to have lost the art of falling asleep gracefully. I'd climb in with my eyes bagging up with tiredness and lie awake in bed feeling somewhat sleepy and very comfortable, trying not to think metaphysical questions. Clever phrases come into my head and I get up to write them down. And then I think about how much I like my room, and then I think about death.
Every night is an existential milestone. How am I going to last the prelims like that?
Only four more days after today. Madly enough, I think I will take short break. If my mum feels inclined to eat lamb stew, I will very gratefully leech off her for lunch.
I seem to have lost the art of falling asleep gracefully. I'd climb in with my eyes bagging up with tiredness and lie awake in bed feeling somewhat sleepy and very comfortable, trying not to think metaphysical questions. Clever phrases come into my head and I get up to write them down. And then I think about how much I like my room, and then I think about death.
Every night is an existential milestone. How am I going to last the prelims like that?
Only four more days after today. Madly enough, I think I will take short break. If my mum feels inclined to eat lamb stew, I will very gratefully leech off her for lunch.
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