SPRING 2013_7

Dear Whom It May Concern,

- LEAVE OF ABSENCES - II

It's my birthday. I'm officially 20. I need a drink, but only to realize that I have absolutely no way to get one. I thought I was born in March, in spring, and now I know March is not a spring month in Chicago. EX-II, kicked out of its school, hunts me down for doing his assignments either too advanced or too late working for him while trying to manage my own life, basically living worth of two college students.

What have I done wrong?

EX-II asked me to write an essay about something for a class, because EX-II emphasized on its lack of skill in English and how a 'perfect' girlfriend would help EX-II in this situation when I declined its requests. I wrote an essay because EX-II threatened me that it'd break our relationship up if I do not write it for him. EX-II got an A with the instructor's endless praise while I was flunking the second semester of my college years.