I skip school the next day.
I tell my mother I'm sick.
I lie in bed and cry and eat ice cream.
I do all the stereotypical break up things.
In the end, I feel a little bit better.
But when I see her the next day
My heart breaks into pieces.
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RomantikaI love history even more today. Group projects were announced. I typically hate them, although I never do most of the work. I do what I need to do, nothing more nothing less. Today, I was paired with her. Her and one other girl, who's out sick. ...
