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I Thought Marcus Was Going To Be In My Life Forever. Then I Thought I Was Wrong. Now He’s Back. But This Time I Know What’s Certain: Marcus Will Be Gone Again, And Back Again And Again And Again Because Nothing Is Permanent. Especially People. Strangers Become Friends. Friends Become Lovers. Lovers Become Strangers. Strangers Become Friends Once More, And Over And Over. Tomorrow, Next Week, Fifty Years From Now, I Know I’ll Get Another One-word Postcard From Marcus, Because This One Doesn’t Have A Period Signifying The End Of The Sentence. Or The End Of Anything At All.

All Subjects Are The Same. I Memorize Notes For A Test, Spew It, Ace It, Then Forget It. What Makes This Scary For The Future Of Our Country Is That I'm In The Tip-top Percentile On Every Standardized Test. I'm A Model Student With A Very Crappy Attitude About Learning.

You Can Only Be In A Bad Mood For So Long Before You Have To Face Up To The Fact That It Isn't A Bad Mood At All; It's Just Your Sucky Personality.

Since I’ve Known You, You’ve Been Spinning And Spinning And Spinning Into All These Various Personas, And None Of This Self-exploration And Experimentation Has Given You A Sense Of Peace. I’ve Known You For Six Years, Intimately For Four, And I Still Have No Idea Who I’m In Love With.

It Just Makes Me Wonder What Subject You Blame For Talking To Me Every Night.' I'm Still Settling On An Answer For That One. Probably Chemistry. Jesus Christ. I Can't Believe I Just Wrote That.