Look, I’m sorry, but I think it’s about time we break up. I’d be lying if I said it was me because it’s always been you. Ever since we met you’ve been a bad influence, and I’ve found myself constantly drawn in by your charm, good looks, and especially your warm embrace. Yes, unfortunately, college dorm bed it’s time we part ways, so I can focus on myself and making it to my 8 a.m. calc class.
Did you know you’re manipulative? That alarm goes off, I begin to make the motions to get out of bed, and before I know it you’ve sweet talked me into staying an extra five minutes. Of course this five minutes turns into ten minutes, which turns into thirty minutes, and before I realize how deep you’ve sunk your talons into my very soul calculus is over and I’m just about to miss my 9 a.m.
You’re not even that good of a bed. I lowered my standards for you (really lowered them). You know I used to sleep on a mattress that treated me right. I never woke up with a sore neck or back, and wasn’t constantly reminded of all the other people it’d been with. You, on the other hand, constantly remind me that I will never be your one and only.
Furthermore, that divot that never seems to leave only serves as a reminder that I am not your type, and you definitely had a thing for taller people before me. Oh, and I know there have been many before me. Did you think I’d never try flipping you over to see if you were any less damaged (both physically and emotionally) on the other side? Well, I did because I didn’t make it into BC just because of my smile, and what a shocker! You still had a thing for tall people. Clearly, this relationship was never meant to last in the first place, and I can only pray your next victim won’t fall for your devious ways.
You take up so much of my time, too. I finish class and my first instinct is to run to you. We end up hanging out when I decide to do my homework, and you know I’m sure my desk feels incredibly sad and alone because it certainly doesn’t get the quality time it deserves. We also netflix and chill way too often. Five times a week for maybe two to three hours at a time is too much. I’m too dependent on you, and I’m ashamed to say that most days I actually miss you.
This is the final straw. This is my last stand. I have to branch out and learn to be the strong independent woman I aspire to be. College dorm bed, we’ve had our fun, but it’s time for us to learn to be self sufficient.
Much love for the times and memories we’ve shared,