School's coming to an end.
Well, this is what each and everyone of us are looking forward to, right? Reality hits me, hard and fast. I have not much time left to study. I have to start, now. This time, I really mean it. Eventhough, everything is coming to an end, there's not much time to bother about people in charades, not much time to busy about mending broken relationships, not much time to care about people. Not much time at all. I have to ignore and hold on for just a while more.
This is it, Farah. The last lap.