I slept at 6.58pm last night, missing dinner (and it was pizza) and I forgot to serve a pumpkin pie on Cafe World and I left it on the stove to rot, which was quite heart-breaking as I waited 12 hours for that thing. Oh well. So what, huh. So, anyway. Before I slept, many thoughts kept coming back to me. One of them being the fact that I won't be around anymore next year. Oubviously, I broke down into tears. Honestly, I promised myself I wouldn't cry anymore but I still do. Weakling.
How, oh, how am I supposed to get through until the end of the year. I don't want to cry like there's no tomorrow. Yes, seek solitude in God. Of course I will. Alright. I've just answered the question myself. You idiot, Khadijah.