Lets just say, we're not on speaking terms at the moment.
I mean, it's not like I asked much from it. Only to love me with the same passion as I loved it.
It's not as if I haven't spent the last 4 years sticking by it's side, despite the ridicule and sneering.
It's not as if I haven't often looked out of the car window on long car trips, looking along the sides of road cuttings for highways, with serene bliss.
It's not as if I haven't slowly collected little rocks and pebbles from holidays and field trips.
It's not as if I haven't restrained myself from falling asleep in Geology lectures, where many others would, with ease.
SO WHAT THE HELL GIVES, GEOLOGY?!
DOES MY LOVE MEAN NOTHING TO YOU?!
WHY MUST YOU BE SO DIFFICULT TO LOVE?!
DON'T YOU WANT TO HELP YOURSELF BE LOVED?!
Until you fix up your act, make the structural side of yourself easier to understand, and get rid of this nigh impossible intricate metamorphic bullshit, I shan't be speaking with you.
From your distressed FORMER biggest fan,
Extremely-stressed-out-and-incredibly-disgruntled-no-longer-eager Geology Student.
p.s. WHAT THE &*#$ IS A FORM LINE?!
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