Dear 5:30 a.m. I guess you’re okay. You make me accomplish more things in a day than I thought possible. But you also make me tired. So at the end of this month, I’m breaking up with you and sleeping in more. Sorry not sorry.
Confused as to why the popular girls will complain when I’m not sitting with them but when I sit at their table they all move to different spots and leave me at the table alone.