"When I get kicked out of school, I'll shrug it off. When my parents die, I'll lament "oh, that's too bad." When I lose my best friends, I'll chalk it up to what was meant to be. I'm continually betrayed by irony, fate, and myself."
Is four years too long? Too long to make things the way they used to be?
I miss you all so much. I miss a period in time so much.