Jan 15, 2007 02:12
I'm going to be mad at you tomorrow.
But you probably won't even notice,
I'm going to put on a happy face because it's the last day I'll spend with you for quite a while and I'd rather be pretending to be happy than actually being miserable.
I'll put a tenner on the chances of me crying myself to sleep tonight too.
But my tears will be warranted.
You would cry too if tomorrow was the last day you'd see your bestest friend in the whole wide world for 8 months.
And I won't get the summer with her.
And summers are kind of our time.
And if I drive down to FL and pick her up at the end of the summer, I'll still only have about 3 days to spend with her before moving into my apartment in Mt. P.
But yes, I'm going to be angry at you tomorrow, Andrea Flader.
Because maybe I won't miss you so freaking much if I hate you just a little bit for leaving me here alone.