Dear Organic Chemistry,
I’m writing this letter because I’m not sure how else to tell you (because we were never very good at communication). I’m breaking up with you. We’ve been through a lot together in the last night months: tears, sleepless nights, chemicals burns, exploding unknowns, headaches and much more. It’s been an eventful–even exciting–year. But I can’t do it any more.
When I first met you, people warned me about you but I didn’t listen. We started off pretty good. As long as I gave you enough of my time and attention, we were alright. But as time went on and we started to get to know each other better, I realized you had been hiding a lot from me. You, sir, have a lot of skeletons in your closet. Not only that, but you are far more difficult to get along with than you’d led me to believe. But, when first semester came to a close, we’d made it through together and I thought, ‘Huh, that wasn’t so bad. Maybe we can make it out together. Maybe I’ll even pick up a chem minor.’
What a joke.
First semester was nothing compared to second semester. Turns out, everything about you that I thought was difficult was only the beginning. Every time I learned something new about you, I felt defeated. Honestly, the relationship became downright abusive. I could lay on the floor and cry all night long and it wouldn’t make a difference to you. And when I finally did manage to drift into a light sleep, you haunted every dream. I’m not putting up with it any longer.
I hope I never see you again.
Ps: you smell bad.