Why Hello 3am

I'm sitting here at 3am and I'm not sure exactly what to write. All I know is I really wish I was back on Cape Cod and with my best friend. It's times like this when I miss her most and talking with her over Facebook just isn't enough. Sometimes a girl just needs her best friend for more than just support. I miss you, love, I honestly do. I love you and wish I was with you so we could creep on boys and drink until we fall down. This vodka would taste a whole lot better if you were with me. And perhaps I wouldn't be twitching as much, hm... not sure what that is about. Though I do shake when I'm upset, so that could be it. Hopefully a few more shots will fix that.

So sweetie, come to me.

I love you.

I love you, bestie. Talking to you made me miss you loads and I wish I could go home so we could creep in Doyle like old times, we'll ignore the fact Doyle died. We need red drank and cheese and crackers late at night watching the crazy b movies I love so much. We need random itg days when we feel lame. I miss being able to gossip about boys face to face. I want the Fire to my Ice back. Can we please get drunk so we can scream bitch at each other and so I can spoon feed you hot fudge brownie sundaes? I want to go to local shows to hit on the musicians and car rides at random times at night. Love you Meg, don't ever forget.