۸ روز.

بله عزیزم لاو لنگویج من‌ گاز گرفتن هست.

موجودی که با عقل، کارهایی دور از عقل بکنه جدا خطرناکه.

You'll never fumigate the demons
No matter how much you smoke
So just say you love me
For three good reasons
And I'll throw you the rope
You don't need it
Because you are the survivor
Of more than one life
And you're the only lover I had
Who ever slept with a knife

I'm so glad we know just what to do
And exactly who's to blame

حال که دیگر تمام دوستانم تبدیل به آشنایان شده‌اند، فقط می‌خواهم در آرامش زندگی کنم، اگر امان دهند.

Sometimes we lose things. Things that we love. And it makes us feel sad. Really sad. And I know right now it feels like the worst thing in the world. But I promise you, you’re gonna find something else to love.

Seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years, decades, each life a faded lesser copy of the one before wake up, eat, work, sleep, reproduce, and die.

You make me feel like I’m home

یک بار دیگه یک نفر بپرسه "خب چندروز دیگه مونده به کنکور؟" قول نمی‌دم که نزنم تو دهنش