We only have a couple weeks left in school.
Is it necessary to put up this show?
I get it.
You hate me.
But what the fuck?
You could've just stayed in your seat and ignore me.
But you had to ask the teacher to change your seat.
How immature can you really get?
From talking shit behind my back
To even changing your seat in class.
How low can we get?
The bar is set down in hell.
Everything is falling apart.
It's like we're under a spell.
We could've tried to stay friends
But no.
We're too petty and we hate each other too much.
Can't even look each other in the eye.
Can't even be in the same room without subliminally attacking each other.
But now your grades will crash down.
Because you still suck at stoichiometry
And still don't know how you work with moles.
The nuclear mass concept it's still confusing for you.
And your friend who pretended to be my friend just for the sake of our relationship
He's also a fucking mess with chemistry concepts.
It's not gonna last.
You will barely pass.
And your GPA will collapse.
Soon you will realize.
That you need me.
As much as you want to deny it.
You know it's not a lie.
...
Fuck you.
And fuck this chemistry class.
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August 3rd
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