Just another Tuesday study hall.
There's some things that make me realize that I NEVER, EVER mattered to you. Maybe I was never meant to be with anybody. Maybe I'm antisocial by nature. Unlike poor people that can become rich, I'm bound to stay like this forever. Not that it's bad, I'm much more independent than any of you. I'll always be able to make my way along better than you because I don't need to rely on anyone. And if you want to argue that you do care about me, you're gonna need to have one hell of a strong argument. If you care to take the time and effort that are required for something like that. Because no one but you can spill your own feelings out. No one's gonna tell someone how you feel about them for you. So don't try to blame it on someone else. It's your own fault that you're losing me. It's your own fault that I'm drifting away. I hope you learn a good lesson from this, because I will have learned more in these three weeks than I've learned my whole life. And don't even start to think that once I get back everything will be the same. You know (maybe) and I know that nothing will ever be the same. I finally am starting to realize how blind I was, how much I tolerated you, and how much I hate both of us for it now that I can see. So thanks for what was never really there, and goodbye.