Sometimes, flashbacks of the past just hit me out of nowhere. Usually they're melancholic and really sad, but now, well. I remember making Christmas decorations out of glitter and tape. And those balls that you hang on Christmas trees. And reading magazines. And smelling them. I don't know why but it makes me happy. --- #### 54 days till I go home and out of this hell!!!! 54. It will be 47 in a week. and 40 in another. and then 33 in another. and then 26 in another. and then 19 in another. And 12 in another. and 5 in another. AND AND the last week is just exam week so I don't really have any classes anymore.