Who knew we'd be right back here? What to say, what not to say. We're like fucking hamsters. Or maybe i'm the hamster and you're the wheel? THREE FUCKING YEARS. WHEN WILL IT STOP?! ( Excuse Me Mr. )
It's time, she said. No, i can't. It's like you can't decide to breathe. i know, but i've wanted this for so long. Then take it, it's yours. No. You don't understand. Can we get by this? i can't decide. Give me up.
God, i hate this year. Freshman year was the best. Then those damn seniors graduated. Sophomore year sucked...and i didn't really care that those seniors graduated, besides Ron. Now, i'm just dead and i'm going to cry when these seniors graduate
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