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Sophomore year is coming to an end. I wish I could say its a bittersweet feeling, but it isnt. It just plain sucks. I don't want to go home. I don't want to have to look for a job. I don't want to have to say goodbye to Laura. I don't want to have to deal with bullshit and drama that goes on at home. I don't want to have to deal with summer classes. And then of course theres this Matt situation which I really would rather not deal with. Seriously, Long Island might as well be on the other side of the world. I was lucky with Ryan being from Syracuse and all. Plus we're at that beginning period so this relationship or whatever you want to call could completely crumble after 3 weeks of being home. Who knows. I wouldn't like to see that happen at all.
Boo Summer.
Boo Summer.