i saw you sitting on a suitcase crying ):

Monica dear, we'll miss you. On such short notice that you're migrating for India in November ): It really breaks my heart to see you go.
No more funny weird pep talks ):
No more asking you math problems ):
No more hilarious letter writing on graph paper ):
No more bitching about Bryan forgetting to zip his pants ):
No more reminicing together about Con 2 camp ):
No more FUN TIMES!
School wouldn't be the same without you, really.

OH GOD I'M CRYING. Damn the world.
MONICA WHY MUST YOU LEAVEEEEEE! ):

oh man. i don't feel like blogging anymore.