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Dear Self,
You really need to get your act together. Seriously.
There goes the progress.
Not much love from,
me.
Tags: I hate how our contact is limited on Mondays through Fridays. You hole yourself up in your room. I feel unsatisfied with the quick hello’s as you pass through the hallway. Two minute conversations are insufficient.
But I’m determined to stay away because I know that when the weekend rolls around, you’ll come out. Study hard, play even harder right?
Counting down the days until Friday night. 
No seriously, I’m not one to take offense. But I freaking invited you to study with us so I can bask in your presence. WTH. What’s the point if you’re going to sit on the other side of the room because you don’t trust yourself enough not to talk. Sigh. Epic fail.
You make it difficult.