This is the first summer we won't spend together. It has ALWAYS been you, and I'm going to miss you so much.

You broke me. I'm so glad you're finally graduating and leaving.

The only thing that college has done for me is make me completely unmotivated, fat and unhappy. I lie when I say I'm sad it's going by so fast. I am in hell, and I hope to God that there is something better out there for me.

You know how as kids, we played "dress-up" and acted like adults?

I'm about to graduate and yet, I still feel like I'm just a little kid, only pretending to be an adult.

I'm so scared people will find out that I really have no idea what I'm supposed to do as an adult.

I'm afraid my friends think I'm emotionally unstable and weak.

I should have studied last night - but instead I had the best sex I've ever had!!!! It was so worth it.

I look down on religious people.

Almost every day this year I have passed by that guy who drives the little cart around to take injured people to class. He is just sitting there... I always wonder if he hates his job or loves the fact that he just has to sit there. If he hates it, I feel sorry for him cause he looks like a really nice guy and helps people out.. I just hope he doesn't hate it....

I'm scared that my major isn't right for me and I just figured this out too late. Even worse, I'm scared that I'll get stuck doing a job I hate.

I have an exam in three hours. I've cleaned my room, done laundry, and studied for an exam I have on Monday, because I'd rather fail this exam and make this professor look bad than try to do well and make it look like his class was anything more than a joke. I wish everyone else would do the same, because the class evaluations aren't good enough.

Every time I go to the UL I feel like I have some purpose in mind; I'm going to do some work, read for the test I have coming up, get ahead. Then I get in, sit down and realize this is the last place I want to be. 5 hours later and nothing to show for it I still feel that way. Sometimes I'll see a friend sealed off in a cubby studying. I'll go say hi and ask how things are going but really I just want to say that I hate you for doing something with your life.

Even though I want to spend the rest of my life with you, I still find myself seriously thinking about other people, in terms of what it would be like to date them. I feel really terrible about it and I'll never tell you, but I worry about what this means about me and us.

I'm not sure whether I'm withholding certain details of the truth in order to make it easier on you, me, or just for a bit of excitement. And if I figure out which one it is- I fear it will say more about myself than I'd like to know.

I looked at your facebook today. I knew it was a bad idea, knew it. That didn't stop me. 4 am here I am looking at your pictures from your weekend at the beach. In every one you look so happy with her. You have the same look on your face that you always do in our old pictures. Now I find myself picturing myself in her spot... then I realize it's not me your smiling about. Wait, I was the one who broke up with you wasn't I?

I'm not voting in the primaries.

I take every opportunity to showoff the fact that my family is wealthy. I feel guilty, but I love it too.

i loved your class, i thought the topics we covered were interesting, and i enjoyed the books we read. i would think you were great at teaching, but your tests were complete BS. becuase i actually studied and read the books for your final and still made a bad grade, i have come to the conclusion that you are a horrible professor.

also, i know you will never read this, but i'm so close to telling you this that i just had to vent.

Only trust my handshake -- my signature is worthless.

I voted for Hillary Clinton in the Primary...

Not because she's a woman.
Not because she's white.
I just think she's smarter than Obama.

The moment you leave, I'm deleting you from my Facebook. I know that isn't really threatening, but I think it will relay the knowledge that I hated you as a roommate and dread the possibility of living with someone just like you next semester...

Oh, and I have actively killed you in my mind many many times. And I don't regret it.

I could hear the people one door over having sex twice this week and it really turned me on.

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