Dear Midterms,
You and I need to have a little chat. I know it's been a passionate last couple weeks, filled with late nights, early sunrises, and romantic walks to and from the library, but this kind of life just isn't working for me anymore. I think we should break up.
Now hear me out. Something hasn't been right with us lately. Actually, nothing was ever really right with us in the first place, if I'm being quite honest. I wasn't anticipating our relationship at all. I was doing my thing, living my own life, and out of the blue you decided to show up and claim me for your own. All of my instincts told me to run away, but you managed to drag me in.
At first, our relationship was kind of glamourous. Look at me, I would say to myself. Look at all the work I have. I'm a real college student. Blasting music together and order pizza late at night made our relationship kind of enjoyable.
But then you kept demanding more from me. More time. More energy. You took me away from my friends and my family, and I spent so much time out of my room that my roommates all thought I was dead.
You were like a drug. Well, that's not exactly true. That was coffee. Coffee was the drug I had to take just to make it through a day by your side. I would smile through the pain, eyes twitching, thinking that everything was fine and that I was happy. But deep down I knew that something needed to change.
I tried to break away. I tried to spend time away from you, but you just kept calling, asking where I was. It was incessant. God forbid I go to dinner with a friend without you showing up, breathing down my neck. Every time I won an argument and thought it was finally over, you always had me crawling back with some new task you needed me to do for you.
Our relationship just wasn't healthy. That late night pizza started getting to me and my waistline. My self-esteem vanished. You stressed me out. Everyone knew something was wrong, but no one knew how to reach out. I was too wrapped up in you to see that life existed outside of us. I thought I was going insane. Relationships are supposed to make you happy, and our relationship made me completely miserable.I don't quite know what made me snap. Maybe it was that new Adele song I've been listening to on repeat. Maybe you just made me cry one to many times. But I've reached the end of the line. I'm done. Do you hear me, midterms? I am done with you. And it's the most liberating feeling in the world. I am blocking your number, drinking away the sorrows and the bad memories, and moving on.
I know this won't be the end. I know you're going to weasel your way back into my life somehow because that's who you are. Just know that I'm going to fight it with every fiber of my being. And I'm going to take it slow and try to stick to carrot sticks next time you're around instead of buffalo wings.
For now I'm going to enjoy my freedom. And, no. I do not want to be friends.
Sincerely,
Done with your Bullsh*t
