|This isn't fair.|
I did everything, everything right - I went through the goodbyes to everyone; the getting everyone to sign my shirt; the sitting through two hours of assembly, of memories and performances from classmates, and photos, and friends crying; the last long looks at the door.
I went through the whole process of leaving year eleven, of the end of an era.
And I still don't give a shit.
I did everything right. That means I get to feel something. This isn't fucking fair.