I hate that I feel like you’re lying to me.
Why? Why do I think that or why do I hate it?
I think it because…well, it’s rather simple. You have so much homework you’re going to be “chained to the wall”? Okay, well, you got the homework on Thursday/Friday and have until Tuesday/Wednesday to get it done and turned in.That’s 4 days. How much homework could you possibly have to need to take that long? And if you really have that much work, then why the hell are you going out with your friends tonight? Especially because the three of you will get no sleep, playing MTG and whatever else until 5 in the morning. That eliminates like all of Saturday for you to work, because you’ll be so dead and tired.
And, no offense, but you’re not in a single Honors or AP class. The work load for those are intense, and I’m in 2 with not a lot of homework. Working on one paper, and one performance. That’s all I have. But even if I had a lot, it wouldn’t stop me. Not so much that I’d have to give up time with you. I’d cram it all in, work into the night, if it meant seeing you.
I’m so insecure and scared, and you say you know that but you don’t seem to care. Because if you did, you would have realized that you told me it wasn’t gonna happen this week, and I sat at my computer and sobbed.
This has happened to me before, babe.
The gradual release. Letting go slowly to “make it hurt less”.
It hurts more. Like a band-aid. If you rip it off fast, it at least hurts for less time.
I’m in no means thinking this is an end. I’m just worried. It’s what I do.