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The semester is ending.
I don't know what I'm doing.
I want to stay here, but I can't afford it. There's no possible way.
I know I need to be home, but I can't imagine leaving my friends behind. I've made the best friends in the past two months, better than I could ever imagine.
I'm going to try my hardest to get out here as much as possible so that I'm not completely miserable this summer.
Don't give me that "We'll hang out so much this summer, I promise." because I don't buy it.
I was home for a month over winter break (which was the hardest month of my life, and the three months following that, because of something that happened, and not one person asked me if I was doing ok). 14 days for spring break. Not one fucking person made any arrangements to see me. And I made the effort. I called people, asked them what was going on. I also know there were things going on that I wasn't invited to. That also really irritated me and is a huge part of why I don't want to come home.
So if that means I'll be spending every other weekend in Mansfield, then so be it. Because here, I have people who don't say "We'll hang out I promise" I have people who show up and call me, telling me to come outside, that we're going somewhere.
Those are the people I want to be friends with. And if this means I'm breaking ties with half of you, fine. This has been building up for a long time and it's needed to be said.
And I'm not sorry for it either.
I don't know what I'm doing.
I want to stay here, but I can't afford it. There's no possible way.
I know I need to be home, but I can't imagine leaving my friends behind. I've made the best friends in the past two months, better than I could ever imagine.
I'm going to try my hardest to get out here as much as possible so that I'm not completely miserable this summer.
Don't give me that "We'll hang out so much this summer, I promise." because I don't buy it.
I was home for a month over winter break (which was the hardest month of my life, and the three months following that, because of something that happened, and not one person asked me if I was doing ok). 14 days for spring break. Not one fucking person made any arrangements to see me. And I made the effort. I called people, asked them what was going on. I also know there were things going on that I wasn't invited to. That also really irritated me and is a huge part of why I don't want to come home.
So if that means I'll be spending every other weekend in Mansfield, then so be it. Because here, I have people who don't say "We'll hang out I promise" I have people who show up and call me, telling me to come outside, that we're going somewhere.
Those are the people I want to be friends with. And if this means I'm breaking ties with half of you, fine. This has been building up for a long time and it's needed to be said.
And I'm not sorry for it either.