Slept at 2, woke up at 6.30 to pee and can't seem to fall asleep again.

Dear world.

I can't wait for A2 to end. I can't wait for all this staying up to do past years, this feeling of guilt after a whole day out to terminate. I want to be free again. I want to be able to do whatever crap I feel like doing without having to think about my study plans. I want to have the privilege of doing nothing all day but read the Divergent trilogy that's been lying on the top shelf, all lonely and waiting to be flipped open. I want to be able to just get up and go to places.

One more month. One more month and I'll be a free soul.

This is torturing.

On a brighter note, I'm finally going home this Thursday. Gosh I need this. This pamper, being treated like a rare species, getting to make all the meal decisions and watch food magically appear on the table upon my request, home cooked or not. 

Tuesday. Wednesday. Thursday.

3 more days. 3 more days of staying up late and waking early. I can do this.