So, I was so absurdly tired until five minutes ago, that I was about to go and sleep forever. Then I decided to look at my flatmate’s room ”for the last time”, since he had left his door open after leaving for good earlier this afternoon, to look at the stars he had painted on the ceiling.
And I am never ever ever ever, like, ever, going to see those stars again. I will see him -in ages, but still- but those little things are becoming memories already.
I may have just had a little cry.