You know what though. He couldn't even give me a letter. And at the farewell dinner he lies to her face when she KNEW he was lying. And I was her standing up in front of everyone and slapping him across the face. I don't need that shit.
Midterms are next week.
I went completely beserk earlier this week already. I was like having an attack or something. I rarely ever drink coffee. I don't even drink soft drinks unless it's a special occasion. I got the munchies and washed things down with a bottled Starbucks Frappucino.