Hello

I haven't had the chance to write since all the chaos of final exams and going back home. It's unfair how fast time flies when I'm home, but when I'm in that hellhole I swear the time freaking crawls!

It's been more than a week I've been home. I don't wanna think about going back, it makes me homesick but that thought keeps coming back to my mind.

I feel claustrophobic with the little amount of time I have in this place. I wanna make it stop, and knowing that I can't makes it hard to breathe.

I wanna live a life surrounded with the people I love. I know the time will come one day, inshallah. But will I still be around when it comes? How much longer would I live?