I came back to school to keep studying what I love. I love MST. But this is it. This is the end of it. All I have is a broken heart and a huge debt. I'll probably be homeless soon. But I don't need much. Just me, my backpack, my war strategy, my plan and my memory of the friendship, my hope, the taste of the sweet.
I will not give up. I will fight.
"Wish we could just sit the fuck down and have a chat, not worry about all this lesson stuff. Just hang out. One day, we will xxx"
One day we will