The worst is over. And it turned out better than I expected. The next step is to move forward. I really wished you'd take the initiative to start the process. At least it would show me that I'm not the desperate one. The fact is, this whole situation is nerve-wrecking for me. I hope to God that I don't screw it up and that you won't be an uncooperative prick. Work with me here.
Final exam results are out and I have to say, I am deeply disappointed with my performance. Worried too much, and for what? The issue was long resolved. But thanks to you, I thought it wasn't and it killed me everyday. I just want you to be honest with me at all times. Lie to me once, no matter how small a lie, it will ruin your reputation in my eyes and you'd lose my respect forever. Don't waste your chances, boy.
Somehow I feel so broken inside. I try to put up a front that's 'together' but I'm guessing it's not exactly and Oscar-winning performance. So many elements add to the mix. You, college, liberty, my under-achievements, PMS, long holidays, weddings I have to attend every weekend, unproductiveness, procrastination, stacks of books I've bought but haven't had the time to read, everything, just everything.
Depression, depression, go away;
come again another day. Not.
