Senioritis is an actual, physical ailment. I had no idea it could be this acute, and I didn't realize it was possible to say, "I suffer from senioritis." I now understand so much more about a certain part of my past that I never understood before.
On another note... I never sent that email. But I did send a different one. And Anissa was right. There's a certain little element of hope involved in it somehow, hope that maybe something will happen. Even when that hope is least intended, its there. I don't regret sending it. I regret needing to.
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
Senioritis
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