Big lesson learned, never, tell, your, publisher, to indirectly "f*ck off" for something they told you to do but you could ever never do, ever.

A narrow self-centered note regarding the prolonging of the inevitable by being awake 24/7 for the last days of life(or so I see it), before turning too old without having done the right things yet, same thing every year, aging crisis? Nah, just pointing out that you all should sometimes pick a week or a couple of days just being awake forever, and drinking awesome hot chocolate all the time, enjoying the good life and youth, cause eventually it's over and you're looking back like a slow turtle, wondering, where it all went.
Hm, which day was it again, always forgets, yay, pretending to be younger and 24 a bit longer.
Not saying that 25 is a bad age for others, but I never quite imagined myself to ever get there.
Ridiculously melancholic intoxicated insomniac emo, out.

Sorry for the random rant, PEACE!

Now what to do?