She got her own.

I feel like I'm falling behind in class. It's not even me, not really anyways. It's my teacher. She's a nutcase, forreal.

I guess it's not much help that he's in my class. What a distraction. Why can't he just be out of my life already? It's retarded to walk by him everyday and front like we don't even know eachother. Shit, I wish we didn't. Have you ever just wanted to erase a part of your memory? Kinda feels like everywhere I go, I see him. Almost seems like the man upstairs isn't ready for us to be out of eachother's lives yet - but shit, I don't see us ever speaking again.