its 4am, i cant sleep, too busy realising the enormity of the situation. i almost dont want to sleep, i dont want the morning to come, i dont want to say goodbye.

is it too late to back out? oooh shit.

this is kinda like the time i chose a masters based on a reality show except a million times worse because this time the flaming carwreck that tends to result from my idiotic choices can happen on another continent and in a different language. super!