Dear self,
I know that you're hurting but concentrate on your finals okay? This is not the time for your silly ol' feelings. Then when you're done with that you can go on home and cry your heart out. You get one month. Cry him out. Rid those feelings from your bones, from your head down to your toes. Rearrange your soul.
Let him go.
Now, go swallow a couple of pills, one for that fever and one for your nose. Go to sleep and pray you don't sneeze in the hall tomorrow and make Madil's head spin again. haha..
yours truly,
me.
I guess that’s what saying goodbye is always like - like jumping off an edge. The worst part is making the choice to do it. Once you’re in the air, there’s nothing you can do but let go.
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