Even when I forgave you, I was hoping we’d meet again so I can punch your face in. In reality, I don’t want any bit of my future to even remotely have anything to do with you. Suck a dick.
And we’ll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
As if I could be any more stressed than I have been the last couple of weeks from all non-school related issues, I’m somehow managing 14 hours a day in a window-less laboratory 5 times a week. The scary part of that is that it’s ok. Even scarier than that is knowing that this’ll be over in a year, instead of four.
It really doesn’t matter what anyone thinks.