At the moment, I'm losing something. I'm losing my best friend to America...and i doubt i'll ever get her back. I really feel like i'm losing a part of myself because she means so much to me. Will she remember me in twenty years? Are we going to keep in contact? If she leaves, am i going to be the same person? I don't know if i can be the same without her by my side. What the hell gives her parents the right to take her away from me and put her somewhere she can't protect me? I'm going to follow her there. For the last year she has been my 'rock'. I wish i could go with her. But i guess one of us has to stay behind and keep being the rock. (Will and Grace).
The one thing that did make me smile this week was my other best friends mocking my crying. Yeah I get a little hysterical. (WAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! WAH! WAH! WAH! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!)
If I don't write soon, it's because i've decided to go with her and are hiding in a suitcase.