The start of every school year is always exciting and terrifying at the same time. Pretty much the way everything is, but you know how it goes. It’s like jumping into a pit that you can’t see the bottom of. But then at some point you hit bottom and you just have to climb your way the fuck out and hate every minute of it.
I’ve got that misleading feeling even now—that this will be the year. This will be the one where I party more than I work and don’t get stressed out and start hating everyone I know because I’ve seen too much of them and they’re as stressed as me. This will be the year that starts with two huge parties and continues forth with smaller meaningful get-togethers at my apartment, friends’ apartments, friends’ dorms.
But I know that when it’s January and the rain comes the menial schoolwork will get to be too much and work will overwhelm me and I’ll continue to lose sight of the value of education and my relationships will suffer as a result until next summer.
So it goes.
Ready? No.
Set? Not likely.
And go.
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please don’t hate me. i will run away for a while if it means you will still love me.
Oh, come on, let’s be real here. Hate you? Never.
but i am someone you know