When you can feel your eyes glue together everytime you blink, you kinda´ know it´s time to go to bed.

When you compulsively drink eight, very large cups of tea in one day, you know you´re stressed.

When you can´t sleep at night, when you´re just lying there until you can hear the birds starting to twitter outside your window, and then the mailman coming and leaving, you know you´ve got to stop stressing.

When you wake up at 5.00 in the morning, confusedly wodering where your laptop is thinking you have to keep writing on your aparteid essey, searching in the dark for it on the floor before realising what the time is and that you can sleep for two more hours... then you know you´d be better of on a plane somewhere then stuck here, killing yourself in schoolwork.

The summer seems so so far away...