Have you ever seen brown eyes in the sun? You don’t always notice it at first but you’ll see that ‘brown’ no longer describes them. They melt into golden rays, circling an eclipse. There’s nothing boring about brown eyes, not even when the later hours encroach; they just turn into a sunset of their own.
The weather is beautiful. I wish you were here. I know that if this somehow works we’ll have a million summers together, but for now it still sucks.
I hate this already, you know. Two weeks seems is ridiculous.
Woop woop exam over! I probably got 23/25.
I made a club sandwich. Such accomplishment. Much taste. Wow.
I have to prepare fresh fish tomorrow. That means cutting the head off one of them. I’m not sure I can do that.
Except some sort of acoustic cover version.
Woop Foo Fighters on at my school!