watch it burn, let it die,


all of the wasted time,
the hours that were left behind
the answers that we'll never find,
they don't mean a thing tonight.

the big a's are well and truly over. and for the rest of the days till the results fly back from nice dear beloved cambridge, we shall have no more sorrows, no more worries, no more handaches. unless you suffer from pms, like me, of course (though that won't include handache). yayness.

i want to sleep.

hasta las vista, baby.


cause we're finally free tonight.