Since IB, I have no life. I've said this several times, I know. I just feel I need to say it again. Argh. and even though I'm in the IB-class, which is, like, the class, I feel stupid. Stupid, far from intelligent, childish.... sick. Makes me scream.
What would people think if I just started screaming in pain during class? Haha, the looks on their faces would be worth it, I guess. Oh the pleasure of getting attention..... for what? For the painful reality others don't want to see? My ass. I'll just continue smiling. For the sake of society. Heh.
No response from D. He wrote on Monday, I admit, but seriously, that just doesn't count as a proper response after 3 weeks. Nope.
Friday is D-Day. D's day. Doomsday. I like the ring to it. I don't like the meaning of it.
The countdown starts at midnight... from then on, I'll give D 24 hours to write. If he doesn't, BOOM! I'm dumping him. For real this time. No more saying "sorry but..." or "I love you so..." or "please write" or "I have my reasons". No more shit like that. Not for me, anyways. I can't take it anymore. It really hurts.
/P.
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