Fuck you. I study and I work my ass off but I still fail your tests... I can't do this shit anymore. I've got a little over a week left to get my grade up, or else I don't graduate.. that's bullshit. I try so fucking hard, but it doesn't pay off. I guess you don't understand that just because you teach it doesn't mean it makes sense to me. Any math problems that involve letters... I can't do. Then you start adding in multiple letters and formulas, and I just get more confused. I'm tired of you treating me like I don't try. Fuck you.
It'd be great if you could call me. I need your friendship again. I love my boyfriend more than anything, but it's nice to have more friends. When you messaged me, I couldn't have been happier.. then you pull this suicide bullshit, and I felt like my world was falling apart. You get over that, and then I see you at Leland's funeral... and my heart breaks. Do I not matter enough to you? Do you not care that I miss your friendship? Please call or come by.