Maybe That's What It Takes

I'm fucking screwed. Yes, I haven't studied at all. Minus the 2 chapters of POM. Other than that, its zero.

I've been thinking a lot. I can just lie in my bed for hours stoning. My favourite is of course standing by the kitchen window in the wee hours of the morning in total darkness, taking a nice long drag.

Maybe some things aren't meant to be. Maybe after almost 2 years, we were lying to ourselves.
I don't know what to say or do. Maybe not saying anything would be better. I just hope I don't regret my decision. I'll always miss you.