Dear Little Missy,

You're getting pretty old, aren't you? How many years do you have left? Five? Six? Eight? More? Please let it be more. You've been one of my best friends and I'm going to be miserable without you. I've known you since fourth grade and you've always been there for me when my siblings hurt me, when my parents neglected me, or when I was depressed or stressed about some school shit. It's not fair that you have to leave, when there are other people that deserve to die much more. Yes, I know this sounds selfish. Yes, I know this is not a good action for a Roman Catholic. But shit, I don't care. Sometimes I scoff at people who act like this, so I'm pretty damn sure people are going to roll their eyes and think "Dramatic preteen searching for some attention she'll never receive" But eh.

Stick around. Please. I still need you.

Love,

Me

( And now that that's done with - holy macaroni, it was dramatic!

Now I feel like some middle-aged chick with her youngest child off to college...

with her husband slowly dying.

:(

shit shit shit )