Farewell

I'm sick of being on campus at 7am every single day. I'm sick of being tired, bruised and sore. I'm sick of leaving our place hours before he does and returning hours after he's already home. I'm sick of not being able to wear jeans or anything besides t-shirts. I'm sick of my hair looking like it came directly off a dead animal. I'm tired of being sweaty all. the. freaking. time.
I want to stay up late, eating copious amounts of ice cream (sugar free of course) with him. I want to look cute and dress up nice. I want to sleep in and make crepes for breakfast. I want to watch movies and, for once, be here waiting when he gets home from school.

And that is why this is my last semester of dance.