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Thursday, April 29
To The HSC
I don’t know how to say this, but I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. When I decided to dedicate myself to you, I didn’t know what I was getting myself into. You plague my mind constantly, and I think you’re becoming hazardous to my health. You’re demanding and time-consuming, you’ve made me cry and stressed and I’ve gained a bunch of weight. Not to mention, all those nights I wasted tossing and turning in bed thinking about you. You’re also awfully time-consuming; I hardly have time for anyone other than you.
Despite all this, I find myself amazingly emotionally dependent on you. My heart lurches and butterflies flitter about in my stomach, and I am both nauseous and excited in the moments leading to an encounter with another exam result. When you punish me for not dedicating enough time to you, I sink into weeks of depression and pondering on the question of ‘where did I go wrong?!’. But when you reward me with an amazing mark, I am dancing-on-air happy, I high-five strangers and randomly burst into song. Sometimes when things are super excellent, I even pat myself on the back for achieving the unbelievable, and I dream about our wonderful future together.
Even though we’ve only known each other for six months, the time has flown by and I wish I had appreciated you more from the start. I know that, like most relationships, this will all end pretty soon. I’ll probably wish I had done things differently, but I think it’d be mutual farewell. I’d be mostly relieved, and maybe a little sad. One day I’ll look back at our time together and laugh. I might even miss you, depending on how we ended things. Hopefully, it won’t end in tears. Be kind to me and I’ll be kind to you.
May our future be wonderful and without tears or, god forbid, cheating.
LOOOOOVE, Theresa
P.S. I'm willing to let the weight gain slide if you are.