Studying at the airport is super un-productive. Was first distracted by the super chio Coffee Bean counter lady. Then with Izhaq being scared of the dark and all, there's so many things to laugh about.

And there's always a lot of things to feel bad about. Like how I'm gonna make you stockpile millions of my memories.

Saw Faruq today. As usual, tapered pants. Not that I feel guilty about wearing them. I wonder how is he now. The other Faruq's an emokid now, from the looks of it. Heh.

This was the only way we knew how to make everything just okay.

Labels: Letting go.