I want Christmas breaaaak. I’m sick of studying. I’m sick of going to classes where the teachers expect us to teach ourselves. I’m actually just sick of school in general.
Alllll the presents are wrapped & under the tree, can’t I just quit now and have Christmas break? 7.5 days. Leggggo..
I’ve been trying to move on. For awhile, it felt like I did such a great job. But it’s always in the back of my mind. When I see you, I’m reminded. I don’t know why I let you do this in the first place. Every time you try to fix things, I fall for it. And then before I know it, everything gets messed up again. No matter how many times you tell me you’re sorry, or that you’ve changed, you never are, and you never do. But I can’t deal with that anymore. Tonight will be the last night I cry for you, because you know what? I don’t need you. I’ll be just fine.
