... After three hours sitting here "stuffing my brains up the ass of my essay" (Isaac, 2005) I seriously need some rest.
its 3 am in the morning, I can hear Shaun snoring away under his double layered duvet, envying him, I couldn't bare in mind that I am still a few hundred words short.
Was listening to songs through Shaun's headphone while doing my essay, my hand stopped typing when I heard a very familiar piano playing the verse of a song, a song call "Lonely Christmas". My brain was suddenly being shit out of my essay's ass and again stuffed back up to the assES of a lot of things... ... a lot of memories.
"lonely, lonely christmas, merry, merry christmas..."
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