awwwww, biatch!!!
i love you! (and surprisingly, i mean that, platonically!) but i also disagree with you! we are of course be friends no matter what crazy shit happens in the next few months! yeah, we may not see each other in french, or laugh randomly in physics, but i will always count on you to make sure my super short dress is not up my ass!!! similarly, i will also be around to beat you up, and take care of you next time you meet a slug, getting you drunk in a sleazy niteclub!
i will also need a place to crash, on mad nights out in dublin!!
(which you will be participating in, while we both stop grace going comatose, with a bottle of gold slagger in her hand!!)
honey, you are the only person i can watch the rocky horror with!!
i'm gonna miss the first years too!!
(emma begged money today, so she could buy a fairtrade bar, then helped me sell them!)
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wonder where this rainbow ends.....
what i heard, pots of gold are faerytales