Classes will be over soon, too soon. My heart is hurting right now because I can't have the person I want. Why did I even have to meet him this semester? What's the point? To remind me of what I will never have? It's so ridiculous. So painful to talk to someone for almost 4 months and know that you will never see them again, no matter how much you want too. I don't get it. Why bother talking to me at all? Why bother? I'm more angry than I am sad. Angry at myself for feeling this way and angry at him for not feeling the same. I briefly saw a picture of his girlfriend, she was what I expected her to be, thin, blonde, and pretty. I am the total opposite. Wednesday I think I'll totally blow him off, no goodbye or have a good summer, nothing. I'll finish taking our exam early and run out of there. What will he care? He won't, so there's no point in telling him anything face to face. Fuck me. I'm going to spend all summer trying to forget him. All damn summer trying to forget some punk who doesn't even notice me that way. f Fuck it. Fuck it. Fuck it. Fuck it. Fuck it. Fuck it. My heart has broken so many times. This will just be another moment of slight pain on my part. I'll be fine. Eventually. Damnit. Done for now.