In the End

this story is not about a nerd who falls for a jock, who in return loves her. No this is much more realistic. This is story about how in the end school doesn't prepare you for shit. It doesn't teach you how not to think about someone, who doesn't spend one minute thinking of you. It doesn't teach you how to not fantasize about what it would be like to hold their hand or kiss their lips. It doesn't teach you how to stop your self from crawling into a bed with a guy just for the sake of "Maybe he'll love me now". But I mean who cares as long as I can recite the Pythagorean theorem in my sleep? Or know what the hell some dead guy meant when he wrote an old ass poem? Or know what the fuck happened in World War I ? The past is the fucking past for a reason, it doesn't contribute to our futures.
School didn't teach how to stop my self from loving you.