Hey Hill /\, I freaking love you. & I miss you. Like Mary Kate Olsen misses cake. Or something. Hahaa. I miss our Wawa trips & our walking in the snow despite it being freeeezing out & Legally Blonde & Caution Hot Contents & Baby Got Back & our blonde moments. I miss it when we thought we were so cool. When I got my video camera & Dusty filmed outside of the Islamic Center for a good half hour. When I would always fall asleep like three hours before you did. When I had my own corner in your old room! When I was a punk & we tried to make you look black on New Years Eve & you just looked like you rolled around in dirt for about five hours. When I would live at your place on the weekends & we would live off iced tea & hoagies & Reeses cups & hot chocolate. When we pretended to curb-stomp Ray. When I popped your Brand New & Taking Back Sunday cherry. When we completely wrecked the gym in the Harbor.
I don't really miss us figthing in 5th grade when I said you were dumb & you freaked out at me because I used the word "ain't" because it wasn't really a word, or when we were sluts at that party in the Harbor, or when we broke boys' hearts, or when ours were broken, or when we were at that kid's house & you left me alone with Mike G, or that time when we were 13 & I freaked out on Ghobe & ran out of the gym & you came chasing after me in a t-shirt even though it was snowing out, or the last time I came & I sat with you while everyone was smoking & I wasn't sure what to do. Hahaha
I'm coming over sometime soon. You have no choice, suckaaa. There's way too many good memories that we still need to make. Because even the bad memories are pretty freaking funny in retrospect. Most of them, anyway. Especially us fighting in 5th grade & me running out of the gym with you chasing me. Hahaha, good times. Call me, you ho-bag. Or I'll call you. Or both.
I freaking love you. & I miss you. Like Mary Kate Olsen misses cake. Or something. Hahaa. I miss our Wawa trips & our walking in the snow despite it being freeeezing out & Legally Blonde & Caution Hot Contents & Baby Got Back & our blonde moments. I miss it when we thought we were so cool. When I got my video camera & Dusty filmed outside of the Islamic Center for a good half hour. When I would always fall asleep like three hours before you did. When I had my own corner in your old room! When I was a punk & we tried to make you look black on New Years Eve & you just looked like you rolled around in dirt for about five hours. When I would live at your place on the weekends & we would live off iced tea & hoagies & Reeses cups & hot chocolate. When we pretended to curb-stomp Ray. When I popped your Brand New & Taking Back Sunday cherry. When we completely wrecked the gym in the Harbor.
I don't really miss us figthing in 5th grade when I said you were dumb & you freaked out at me because I used the word "ain't" because it wasn't really a word, or when we were sluts at that party in the Harbor, or when we broke boys' hearts, or when ours were broken, or when we were at that kid's house & you left me alone with Mike G, or that time when we were 13 & I freaked out on Ghobe & ran out of the gym & you came chasing after me in a t-shirt even though it was snowing out, or the last time I came & I sat with you while everyone was smoking & I wasn't sure what to do. Hahaha
I'm coming over sometime soon. You have no choice, suckaaa. There's way too many good memories that we still need to make. Because even the bad memories are pretty freaking funny in retrospect. Most of them, anyway. Especially us fighting in 5th grade & me running out of the gym with you chasing me. Hahaha, good times. Call me, you ho-bag. Or I'll call you. Or both.
Love, Cat >>^..^<<
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