after tomorrow, they'll be gone for a while. as summer returns and my main focus is not to learn, i'll be alone and older by each day. don't worry, we'll talk, they say, but summer returns and my loneliness yearns for someone to talk to but I don't want to bother you. until august comes back and my head goes whack, will you speak to me, you're not a real friend, can't you see? I'm sorry that we didn't talk and I feel as if I hit bedrock, you'll act nice and i'll think twice about letting you back into my life when it's filled with strife. but i'll fail and become sad then i'll drive you mad until you leave and i'll greave until august returns.
last day of school tomorrow. sad. surviving finals.