Can somebody tell me it'll get better?

It's 3.15 in the morning and I'm still up and struggling to do my history essay.

Well, struggling is just a nicer way of putting it.

I'm in need of my old life support systems.

I'm in need of my daily dose of prozac.

I'm in need of my SI kit.

I'm in need of my mummy.

Can anyone just tell me that it'll get better soon?

Cos for the life of me, I can't see the light at the end of this tunnel.

Right now, I just want to go back to UK and relive that 12 days over and over and over again.

Actually, anywhere else except here is good enough.