rough, tough.

It has been 2 or 3 months, I can't remember clearly.
I'm counting in mind,
how many times I have done so,
how many people I have talked to,
how many hours I have spent on this.
There're names I shall remember, at least for a while;
and there're memories that shall linger in head.

What a nasty summer holiday,
what a delight, what a waste.
I shall not be the same person again.