We're breaking up. It's not me, it's you. You are so complex. Too complex for my taste and you are a complete tease. Definitely not an easy A.
Thanks for lowering my GPA.... and my pride.
Maybe one day I'll come to understand you, all of your laws and equations and such. But, today is not that day. Today, I am going to have to pull an all nighter just to please you. Just to fill up your blank page. And you know what? You're still not satisfied. Never good enough. Impossible to please.
It's definitely not me, it's you.