Now that I've caught up (kinda) with the extra studying and stress since I'm re-taking my IGCSE's, I guess it's only fair to sit down for a couple of minutes and type in something to feed my online diary. Turns out getting my shit together is tougher than I expected it to be. Too much class-tests going on, too much projects that has...
Talking about the beautiful replica of burning stars in the count of seconds, I miss the sensation of being able to see the fireworks with you, in the Arabian Peninsula, at night, with the wind in my hair and the sticky soda cans next to our feet, your eyes to the sky and mine to you; to the awed people; to the darkness...
