Thanks you. Thanks a lot.
You told me you didn't want to be in a different class as me. You told me you'd probably choose E4 because you like Geography more. And I believed you and put that as my second choice because my grades would most likely put me in the same class as you. And now because they want to get into E3, you chose that too. So you'd most prolly get into E3, and not E4 with me. Thanks, because of you, my grades suffered. Because of you, I can't get the combination I've always wanted. And my second choice, I opted for it because you said you'd be there, with me. But now, I'd be there alone, without a Jeanette or a Michelle to accompany me and hang out. For all I know they'd have new friends and forget all about me. Which is not likely, but hey - it's possible. You said I was important to you, and now how am I supposed to believe that again? Yes, you've been distraught whenever we don't get along but you seem whole enough to live without me. We had a chance to be together for another year, because if we weren't in the same class, it would be very hard, and you should know me enough to know that I'm not a fan of hardship and work. But right now, I feel that I don't matter to you as long as you have the both of them. And for that I'd just have to thank you again. Because I fell into the relationship trap again when I was already free. I could've talked to other people and not worry about getting you upset, but I risked it all for you and look where it's gotten me.