I won't mention what in the name of my crapped up summer is happening but I don't like a single bit of it.

I want to get summer over with. This "thing" we have? It isn't really working out at all.

That was supposed to be between the two of us. But now that you've said it, I'm sorry. Good bye.

Shitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshit. Watch the tears roll down. Here we go again.