Ficly: the best Heaven

My dearest Ficly,

I am cured.

And better than ever. Besides this, I have 25 cups of black coffee and 100 ml of midnight oil left over. I think I better store them in my attic, just in case I need them once again.

_Damn, a test is lined up for next Saturday!_

I screwed up Physics coursework _no surprise_, and mathematics! Oh god, how I hate these two subjects.

I visited my doctor just the day before for eye bags and insomnia. I got sent back with some sleeping pills and an *order* to visit you once before I sleep.

So here I am.

After the hell I’ve been through, you’re the best heaven anybody could ever wish for.

Love, intoxicatedsmiLes.