Why am I sitting where I sit? Why am I here? Why do I allow myself to put myself throught this?

Later

She just left to go study somewhere with a group of people. IDK and the way she left... Ill see you in a little while like she knows Im gonna be here for a while longer, and try to not stress on your stuff it looks hard take pride in what you can do, then the final words "CALL ME B4 you leave"

What am I doing here why did I sit here and study with her. My friend, told me a few weeks ago "What are you getting out of it..?" I couldnt give him a straight answer. What Im getting is the part of the orange left after its made orange juice, Im allowing myself to settle for the rind of a very inticing fruit. Who cares that the orange is good I dont... I get the rind and some how while im getting the rind I feel fine. But when the rind is gone I have to wait till someone else wants juice just so I can get that rind.

You know I would love some damn OJ but if all im gonna get is rind then damn it I think Id rather have some lemonade!