Who Cares

8:31 pm. The 8th of February, 2010. I am starting to loose myself in a nostalgic haze as the candles burn out one by one. Five more days to go, no more, no less, that's the danger. I want to stay here and watch over them, so that I know they are safe, really safe. I'm going to miss them when I'm gone. What fresh hell is this?
Classes must have started today.
Who cares? Who Cares?