Writing my essay at 2 am.
I'm still procrastinating :3
My eyes hurt.... ;A;
Oh god, I'll totally just fall right over at sports in.... 6 hours. XD
Just, no more. I don't wanna! >~<
Btw, I'm totally dead if my mom wakes up to go to the toilet. I'm not even joking, my mom would just start yelling at me, waking up the whole house.

Anyway... remember when i was pretty much destroyed when my lucky coin got stolen? How i said that this was the only thing (besides memories and photos) i had left of him?

Well... i was to stupid to realize it before but i noticed when looking at the picture i took of my room just now.

I do have something left. It might not have as much emotional value as the coin, and i still feel it missing in my pocket, but I'm not completely lost! He didn't give this to me personally, it's just from when we had to clear out his apartment, but i still hold it dear and I'm so glad i remembered this. Like, i literally cried tears of happiness.

I'll love this thing to death.

I need to give it a name though... well, doesn't matter right now, I'm just so happy. ^^

(Chapter written at 2 am, just our internet fell out for wuite some time so it's posted pretty late)