Apples. there's only one i love.
I miss Caitlin Apple.
we've shared many a late nights at parties... drawing and whispering quite loud... watching camillo be drunk and making him a pickle juice and vodka cocktail... dressing as pretty pretty princesses... contemplating cutting my legs off.... oh those were the days.
although, if caitlin were here, then i would not be able to call her on random nights when i am drunk and talk to her while her friends laugh at me, or leave her voicemails that she claims she will never erase.
she might also be competition for me in my classes. she was always one of those smart asses. and i prefer to be the only smart ass on this campus, thanks.
umm.... the end.
we've shared many a late nights at parties... drawing and whispering quite loud... watching camillo be drunk and making him a pickle juice and vodka cocktail... dressing as pretty pretty princesses... contemplating cutting my legs off.... oh those were the days.
although, if caitlin were here, then i would not be able to call her on random nights when i am drunk and talk to her while her friends laugh at me, or leave her voicemails that she claims she will never erase.
she might also be competition for me in my classes. she was always one of those smart asses. and i prefer to be the only smart ass on this campus, thanks.
umm.... the end.