I'm having a lot of thoughts with my upcoming freshman years to come. I have some good friends who will transfer because of bullying or financial problems that their family are trying to fix right now. I will miss them, and I hope they will too.
I also can't help but wonder about my grades if they will suck or not. I'm not like my mother who tries her best to get a passing grade when she was my age.
For those who don't know me personally, I always copy my friends' homeworks so that I won't be logged in the log book.
I'm a coward at this point.
I'm also a coward with relationships. "Pure love" I call it. I always walk away whenever things get better, and making them worse again. When it gets worse, we will talk it out, and when things get better once more, I walk away again.
It's like a cycle that goes to nowhere, but breaking it down for good might end it.
I don't know which is worse. Failing grades or failing love? They're both equally bad in its own way.
I mean, a failing grade leads to a useless job, while failing love leads to a broken heart.
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