Dear Spring Break,

You have sucked. Majorly. I went home with high hopes that for once, my break wouldn't be a complete bust, and I was let down. Very let down.

I sit in a bed, typing away simply because I have nothing better to do. I don't have any plans, I don't have anywhere to go. Why am I always the one that is stuck doing nothing while everyone else I know is out travelling or keeping themselves occupied enough so they're not on Facebook all day? I have relaxed enough. Five straight days of "Netflix and chill" has been enough. I'm ready to actually do something now, but I don't have anything to do thanks to you.

I went to work because I was so desperate. I was on break, yet I wanted to work because the amount of boredom has been driving me insane. I scroll on Facebook constantly, and all I see are pictures of everyone else having fun and making memories. The only thing I'm making is my ham sandwich for lunch.

On top of all of that, you almost killed off my dog. Was that really necessary? As if I wasn't having a horrible time already, you just decided to test my on-the-spot thinking capabilities. News flash: I already know they suck. Thank you, though. I really enjoyed the amount of trauma that caused. Could not have asked for anything better. You also tried to kill me. Cats, food that has made me sick for four days straight, two inches away from having a car collision that would've ended my life? Thrilling. Really.

Then, I finally departed home for my friend's house. I was really excited that for once, maybe, just maybe, I would be able to have a good time. Turns out I had to turn around the next day and go to my other friend's house due to transportation arrangements to get back to campus. So I mean I guess I can say I travelled this break, but not in the cool kind of way where I'm going to new places and discovering cool things with other people. It was more of a I was car sick most of the time, and all I wanted to do was sleep type of deal.

What about now? What exciting things will you bring into my life these next three days? Anything? I tried to be positive about this break. I tried to convince myself it wouldn't be the same old sitting on my butt all day staring at a screen watching other people have fun type of break. I tried to make things more exciting. You just insisted on being like the rest of breaks, except a lot more traumatic. I guess at least you had some character. Thanks?

I hope you're proud of your accomplishments. I hope you enjoyed making me feel like I just wasted a week and I'm about to waste two more days. I wish this could've gone better. I really do.

I won't miss you. I'll just miss not having to put on real pants.

So much hate,

Shyanne