So my girls decided to cheer me up, they tried. We’re cracking jokes,dancing, and playing the Xbox but; that’s not doing it. I will run to the sofa about every 10 mins and write. I’ve written the whole story of how it all happened. I still remember the fuzzies you gave me and the fuzzy I’ll forever have. No tears yet, that’s the good part. I mean whatever, back to the party life! *whoohoo*
Wow how ironic. Someone actually liked this post… One year later.