it's roughly six in the morning on a saturday. i have spent the last eight hours or so studying to finish out my year. i havent been up this late in a while, but i remember it. i remember how it always is. and in some ways i miss it. it's like an old friend with dark ringed eyes and white white skin stopped by for tea. i just thought i would drop a note. i hear one of my roommates leaving for work. i waved and she told me to go to bed, like she did all last year. this time, i think i will take her advice. good seeing this color in the sky though. the dark dark dark right before the light. better than sunrise, the rarest things are always treasure most.