The New Year has consisted of these events:
Write an essay about having a relationship in Iran, eat things you definitely should not have, apply to fancy higher level educational institutions, (almost) vomit on everything and everywhere, send crazy text messages, fall asleep rereading the supplements you have just sent out - and (almost) puked all over, have crazy Freudian dreams about your ex Iranian lover dying from a bacterial infection, failing out of university (that you haven’t even gone to), and being confined to some tiny little bedroom in Southern Tehran.
Freaking. weird. shet.
