You keep talking about how excited you are to go home for the summer. You can’t wait to see your friends and family. You’re going to have a great summer.
I am dreading going home. I can’t handle my family for too long, and no matter what I’m doing or what friends I’m with I’m going to be missing you every second of every day. I had camp to look forward to and now that’s cancelled. My happy place is no longer up and running. What am I supposed to do? I have no car. All my good friends except for one are driving distances away. I now have no summer job and no car to get a new one. My summer is going to suck. I’m going to spend every moment wishing we were both back in Arizona until it actually happens.
And I’m fucking terrified because you keep dropping little hints that you might not come back next semester. You hate school. You don’t feel like doing this. You hate being away from all your friends and family.
I need to know whether or not saying goodbye at the airport means for the summer or forever. The fact that it’s not certain scares the shit out of me.