So try arguing with this dog. I dare you.
I should have gone to the concert. The only reason I didn’t was to be with you.
Don’t bother coming back.
UGH.
I can NOT believe this. I had you freaking booked. You knew at LEAST three days in advance that my parents were making a special dinner for YOU. And then when I asked you what you were doing you lied. Yep. you lied. I hope you’re having fun. I’ll see you in two freaking years. I’m so glad that you’re more worried about fighting with her than me. Ugh. You’re making this immensely harder on me than it needs to be. Gah. Bye. Have a great entire two years with out me.
